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Meet him - A boy who doesn't speak much,
But his silence? It's louder than the whole school combined.
He walks like thunder wrapped in a hoodie,
Shoulders heavy with stories no one dares to ask.
A teacher's worst headache.
The principal's frequent visitor.
To him, the office is not a punishment - it's routine.
When he and his gang stride through the hallway,
The crowd parts like the Red Sea -
Not out of respect, but fear.
Girls look, whisper, giggle, fall -
But his eyes? They never waver.
He gives no one a glance.
Because someone else,
Someone unknown,
Already owns it.
It happened two years ago.
A cultural night.
A mess of music, lights, and laughter.
And in the chaos -
One brief eye contact,
One forgotten earring,
One unforgettable girl.
She left behind a jhumka on the floor...
And unknowingly, took his heart along.
He picked it up,
Wiped the dust gently off the silver,
And has been holding on to it ever since -
Not as a clue.
But as a promise.
He doesn't know her name,
Only remembers the eyes that looked at him once.
So he drew them -
On the last page of his notebook.
Over and over again.
Until they felt more real than anyone around him.
In a world where love is fast food -
Used, tasted, and thrown -
He is a paradox.
Waiting.
Loving.
Suffering silently.
Writing poetry to someone who might never return.
Smiling at pain like it's an old friend.
Because he's not in love with a girl.
He's in love with a moment.
And he's praying that the moment finds its way back.
"They fear his silence, but they don't know - he's just listening for footsteps that never came back."