my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

  The sweater waits in a quiet drawer, soft as a winter that forgot the sun. Its scent, dust, pine walls, a hint of rain... brings back a girl who never rushed her seasons. She used to wipe her sweaty palms on it, press her cheek to its wool, Or sometimes simply smell the freshness in winter morning… After so many seasons, it is still carrying warmth the way small hands carry secrets- clumsy, but tender. Now she lives where streets don't echo, where trains speak louder than sparrows, Where winter is just deadlines and trips.. where sweaters are just clothes and not love stitched in yarn. Still, on nights the moon feels far, she breathes in the old smell again, and somewhere inside her ribs a tiny version of herself curls up, reclaiming the wool like a story, Peace and sorrow meeting quietly in her heart - at the same time.. She forgets she ever outgrew the town that first taught her warmth. The sweater always holds a piece of herself when she needed that little girl…

 ( she was ready to face her darkest fear. Ready to face Arjun.. Read Part 4 here) Read from beginning PART 5 : THE FINAL SHOW Maya doesn't know how loud her thoughts are. How easily they bleed into her face. How quickly her fear turns into something beautiful. How beautiful of a painting she is. Maya... she was always going to be different, and Arjun realized it the moemnt he saw her. The others had cracked too quickly. They begged, they ran, they disappointed him. They never understood him. But Maya? She had a spine made of quiet storms. When she looked at him on the bridge, he knew. He knew she saw only his gentle surface. And he let her. Her laugh melted into his brain like sugar. Her smallest habits became sacred rituals. The way she tucked her hair. The way she reread the last line of a page before turning it. The way her eyes twinkled when she looked at him. He remembered everything. People collect memories, but he collected moments of her, her expressio...

  (... She needed to fight back.... Read Part 3 ) Read from Beginning PART 4:  The Hunt Maya did the one thing Arjun didn't expect. She returned to his past. She visited the town he lived in before meeting her. It  was small, quiet, and full of people who sighed at the mention of his name. His name felt like a quiet warning. The librarian remembered him well. "The girl before you?" she whispered. "Her name was Riya. Sweet thing. Always reading or sketching. They met here only. He was very sweet when they first met. But then .. then he became… attached." "What happened to her?" Maya asked. The woman's lips tightened, with a hesitation she replied, "She.. she disappeared." Maya's stomach twisted. She found Riya's parents as well. They refused to let her inside until she mentioned Arjun's name. Their grief clung to the air like humidity. Their eyes were heavy, with grief and anger. "He ruined her," ...

  ( and the faintest rustle of a letter fluttering to the floor: See you soon.  Read Part 2  ) Read from Beginning PART 3:  SHADOWS For the first few nights, Maya could not sleep. Every creak in her apartment felt like footsteps. Every reflection in the window felt like eyes watching her. The police interviewed her, took her statement, and searched for Arjun. It was an extensive search. But it was as if Arjun never existed. He vanished. And then the small things started to happen. Small disturbing events. A single rose left on her doorstep. Frequent missed calls. And one day there was a sketch taped to her balcony railing--- her face, soft and smiling, drawn in the exact style Arjun used. And a note: Maya, I'm proud of you for telling the police. You want them to find me. It means you still believe that we belong together. ---A Her hands trembled, but she immediately called the police and reported it. They checked cameras, and asked every passer...

Part 1: Love at First Sight, or…?  The first time Maya saw Arjun, he was standing alone on the old stone bridge that overlooked the river, hands tucked in his jacket pockets, hair messy from the breeze, staring at the water as if it were speaking to him.  When she approached, he smiled softly. Almost shy. But in his eyes, just for a second....she saw something else. Something cold. Something Intense.  She didn't believe in love at first sight. She believed in books, Monday routines, and exactly three coffees per day. But something about the quiet way he smiled when she asked if he was okay made her pause, just long enough for the universe to slip something into place, as if something fluttered in her stomach, may be for a nano second.  Their meetings on the bridge became routine. Maya read books she barely remembered; Arjun watched the river or sketched in a frayed notebook. He was charming in a broken-boy way, effortlessly drawing out her curiosity.  "Moved her...

Sometimes I am the light  And sometimes I cease to exist like the rays   Sometimes it is about us   And all other times, it is JUST about us   Sometimes we spiral over ‘what if’s   And sometimes it is just how it is  Sometimes when we are together and the world starts to disappear  Ironically we find each other …   And all other times…   it is JUST about us    It has always been JUST about us !

  May be someday our paths will cross Will u smile or just stare and pass Will u look at me with the same way you used to look at me Or this time you will have more questions for me Will you wait till we get a moment just for us to talk Or just hold my hand and start talking The way u used to knowing i am all yours Will you start with a sorry or with your own set of questions  Who knows, may be we both need a closure And may be we dont We may just stay like this…. Ignoring each other’s existence for the rest of our lives.. And hoping our paths dont cross.. Because the storm it wil bring will not leave anything to hold!!