where is Smokey Soul ? Part - A (SHANTINIKETAN)

where is Smokey Soul? (SHANTINIKETAN)

Smokey Soul sat on the steps of an old, weathered bungalow in Shantiniketan, surrounded by the serenity of the place. The red laterite soil crunched beneath his feet as he stared out at the sprawling green fields, his mind a storm of emotions. The peacefulness of the surroundings stood in stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.

He had come to Shantiniketan to escape, to find clarity after the breakup with Shreya. It had been days, but her words still echoed in his mind. The last argument-one that started small and spiraled out of control-had left scars. "We're not growing together anymore," Shreya had said, her eyes soft but resolute. Smokey Soul had felt the sting, not just of her words but of the realization that perhaps she was right.

In Shantiniketan, Smokey hoped to find a piece of himself again. The art, the poetry, the very essence of the place was supposed to help him reconnect with his music. But for now, all he could feel was the ache of her absence.

He pulled out his notepad and scribbled some lines, hoping they'd capture the emotions brewing within:

*"In this silence, I scream your name,
But the winds of Shantiniketan don't carry pain.
I'm lost in this peace, can't find my soul,
Without you, I'm a story untold."*

The words felt raw, unfinished. He closed the book and leaned back, staring at the ancient trees that had seen centuries pass by. Smokey Soul, once vibrant and full of life, now felt like one of those old trees-rooted but weathered by time.

He wasn't sure if Shantiniketan could heal his heart. But in this quiet corner of the world, far from the chaos of his rap life and the weight of expectations, he hoped to rediscover his voice, the one that Shreya's departure had silenced.

Maybe, just maybe, Smokey Soul would rise from this heartbreak like a phoenix, stronger and more soulful than ever. But for now, he simply let the wind carry his thoughts, wondering if Shreya was thinking of him too.