REYA SHARMA
She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine.
VAYUSH KASHYAP
"...Her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I've never actually seen, onl...
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As I stood on the edge of that chapter in life—my break after passing out from IMA finally ended and I knew it was a brief moment of calm before stepping into a new world.
Those three weeks felt like a delicate balance between time with my parents and mental preparation for what lay ahead. Each day brought the weight of anticipation, a mix of excitement and responsibility.
But now, I found myself immersed in the world of the regiment, located in a remote area. The air here felt different—thicker, more charged with purpose.
The regimental life was difficult, yet filled with small, defining moments. The early morning drills, the conversations shared over meals, the silent nods during briefings—all weaved together into the rhythm of this new chapter.
There was an intensity, but also a strange comfort in the discipline.
And amidst all this, thoughts of my parents and Reya always lingered in the background. They, too, are part of this journey, though they walk alongside me in different ways.
This regiment would test me, mold me, and push me. But there was a quiet confidence in my steps now—a sense that this was exactly where I'm meant to be.
It was way more challenging than I had imagined. Life started getting difficult for me and my Sunflower. We both were focused on our respective paths.
Her dedication to her final year and pursuing her dreams, alongside my own demanding routine in the regiment, made things harder. The distance, both in time and space, felt overwhelming.
But we both knew, we were working toward something bigger—goals that would shape our future together.
Even though it was tough right now, there was strength in knowing that we were both striving for our dreams, supporting each other from afar.
Despite the distance and the pressures of our individual paths, we refused to let our love fade. We carved out time from our demanding schedules.
In those moments, we reconnected—sharing laughter, stories of our days, and a silent promise that the distance was only temporary.
On days when life felt overwhelming, I reminded myself of why I'm doing it—for our dreams, yes, but also for the life we envisioned together.
Even though we were miles apart, our shared vision kept us close, like two stars moving in the same direction, never truly drifting apart.
I glanced at the clock, and realized it's already past 12. The day had stretched on with unexpected duties, and now I was looking at my phone, with hesitation.
My thumb hovered over her name, the urge to call almost overwhelming. But what if she was asleep? What if she was too tired from her own long day of studying? I didn't want to disturb her rest.
