Krishna came out of the shower, rubbing his hair with a towel. As he stepped out, the strange tension in the air was suddenly gone. Krishna was busy with his morning routine, but his mind lingered on the lucid dream he had that morning.
After getting ready, Krishna left his house, and as he was about to exit the apartment, he saw Radhika walking down the stairs from her wing.
She was Radhika, the one Krishna had seen in his lucid dream. Krishna loved her, but only he loved her. Radhika didn't love him back. Krishna was mesmerized after seeing her.
Then he went outside his house to go to his office. He worked at an animation studio as a 2D animator. As he approached his desk, he greeted his co-workers and started his day. Even while he was working, he was still confused about the dream he had that morning. At 6 PM, he headed home. He arrived at his apartment and went to the first floor, where he lived.
As he was about to knock on the door, he saw Radhika going upstairs to the terrace. He stood there for a few seconds and decided to go upstairs too.
As he opened the terrace door, he saw Radhika standing near the wall. He took a deep breath, walked over to her, and said, "Hi!"
Radhika tilted her head and said, "Hey." Krishna, with a shaky voice, spoke softly, "How are you?" Radhika sighed and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?"
Krishna stood there silently, lost in thought, and then softly said, "Yeah, me too..."
There was an awkward silence, heavy with unspoken words. Krishna was at a loss and couldn't think of anything to say. Radhika glanced at Krishna and then looked away.
After a moment, Radhika said slowly, "Okay then, I have to go now, see you." Krishna hesitated and said, "Oh, okay, see you!"
Radhika went downstairs. Krishna remained, standing there, gazing at the sky.
As the cool breeze of the evening touched his face, Krishna closed his eyes, letting the awkwardness of the conversation sink in. The reality of it felt far less magical than his lucid dream had. In the dream, Radhika had smiled at him, her eyes reflecting warmth and understanding, as if she knew everything he wanted to say but couldn't. But here, under the fading sunlight, she remained distant, polite yet detached, like she was with everyone.
He felt an ache in his chest, a mix of longing and frustration. "Why can't I say what I feel?" Krishna whispered to himself, his eyes scanning the skyline. He knew he was too deep into his own feelings, but he couldn't help it. Radhika had always been a mystery to him-beautiful, calm, and seemingly out of reach.
The terrace was quiet now, with only the sound of distant traffic below. Krishna replayed the dream in his head. The connection he felt in that dream was so real, so vivid. What if it wasn't just a dream? What if it was a sign, a clue that there was something more? Something he hadn't noticed in his waking life?
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from his colleague, reminding him of a project deadline the next day. Krishna sighed and started walking downstairs, his mind still lingering on Radhika.
As he reached his apartment door, something odd struck him. There was a faint sound, like a whisper. He paused and listened closely, but the sound faded. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The evening passed quickly. Krishna tried to focus on his work, but the dream and the encounter with Radhika kept creeping into his thoughts. Why did it feel like the universe was trying to tell him something?
That night, as he lay in bed, exhaustion pulling him into sleep, he had the same feeling from earlier-the crack in the air, that strange shift, like reality itself was bending. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon, he drifted into another dream.
This time, he found himself on the terrace again, but it was different. The sky was a deep shade of violet, and the city below looked almost otherworldly. Radhika was there, but she wasn't standing by the wall. She was waiting for him, her eyes fixed on him like she had been expecting him all along.
"Krishna," she said, her voice echoing softly. "There's something you need to know."
He stepped closer, his heart pounding. "What is it?" he asked, his voice trembling.
She smiled, but it wasn't the distant smile he had seen in real life. It was warm, reassuring. "You're not imagining things. There's a connection between us, something you haven't figured out yet."
Krishna's breath caught. "What do you mean?"
"Pay attention to the cracks," she whispered, her form beginning to blur as if fading into the wind. "The cracks in reality... they're showing you something."
Before he could ask more, the dream started to dissolve, the violet sky swirling into a sea of darkness.
Krishna jolted awake, gasping. His heart raced as he sat up, drenched in sweat. The dream had felt too real, too vivid to ignore. And the words she spoke-"the cracks in reality"-they echoed in his mind like a haunting melody.
Something was happening, something beyond his understanding. And somehow, Radhika was at the center of it.
But what did it all mean? And what were the cracks she spoke of? Krishna was tangled in this confusions...
