When Someone Sees You- A Desi Story

I'm Rooh. Eighteen. Tamil. And currently regretting 92% of my life choices, including moving from the sweaty comfort of Chennai to the "why-is-it-so-cold" chaos of New Delhi for college.

I didn't just switch cities. I switched languages, clothes, food, and apparently, my entire personality. Everyone here wants me to be soft, agreeable, and cute in that effortless Instagram-filter way. Especially Dhruv, the college heartthrob who might possibly like me back.

Hmm. That's perfect. Right?

Haha, Just Kidding.

Nope.

College is weird, too. Some days, it's hostel makeovers and flirty advice from your best friend for life. Other days, it's silence, misread signals, and feeling like I'm too much and not enough at the same time. I thought I was going to come here and discover myself. Instead, I mostly discovered that I'm allergic to Delhi winters and overthink everything.

And then something happens.

Someone sees me. Like, actually sees me. Not the polished version. Not the people-pleaser. Just... me. All my weirdness, softness, mess, and ache.

And suddenly, I don't want to disappear anymore...

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Set against the pulse of modern India, this is a story of first heartbreaks, second chances, and the quiet rebellion of becoming who you are.

This isn't a story about loud girls with big dreams.
It's about the quiet ones. The soft ones. The ones who are still figuring it out and finding strength in their quietest selves.