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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Two years felt like a blur, a mix of deadlines, sleepless nights, and an unshakable longing. Balancing the demands of my final year and the subsequent internship was hard enough.
But the true weight came from the distance between us, miles and miles of silence, broken only by calls and messages.
He was posted in a remote area, far away from our old life together. I'd get updates when I could—his voice would crackle through the line, telling me about the rugged landscapes, the hardships of his regiment, and the challenges he faced.
But it wasn't the same. I couldn't feel his presence, couldn't see his smile, or even hold his hand to remind myself he was still mine.
There were times when I questioned if we could make it, if this strain on our relationship was worth it. The long nights during my internship, rushing between patients, working shifts that drained the life out of me, didn't leave room for anything more.
We were both running, me toward my dreams, him toward his duty and somewhere in the middle, we hoped to meet.
In the last year and a half, I've barely seen him more than once. Yes! You heard it right.
Short calls and video messages were all we had, but they somehow kept us connected. Even in those brief moments, hearing his voice or seeing his face, though pictured, made the distance feel just a little smaller.
I remember one call so vividly. I had held it together for so long, but that day, everything hit me all at once. I just burst out, overwhelmed by the weight of our separation.
Flashback start
I was already feeling so overwhelmed without him today, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
And then my phone rang, his name lighting up the screen. For a moment, I hesitated, my emotions so close to the surface, unsure if I could keep it together.
But I answered anyway, and the sound of his voice—familiar, comforting—was both a relief and a trigger.
"Hey, how's my Sunflower doing?" I heard his voice and the dam broke, and I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I'm not doing well, Vayu!" I whispered, choking on the words.
"I hate this. I hate how far you are. I'm just tired of all this!" I sobbed as tears flooded out of my eyes.
"I miss you so much it hurts, and I don't even know when we'll be together again. I can't keep pretending like I'm okay with this." I blurted out all at once.
"Mujhse nahi raha jaa raha, Vayu!" I whispered, pushing my face into the pillow.
The distance, the silence, the constant missing—it all caught up to me. I couldn't hold back the tears, and for once, I let him hear just how hard it was. He listened quietly and there was a long pause, and I could hear him take a deep breath on the other end.
