To the Boy with Mustard Flowers
On a quiet November night, with tears in eyes I (Ruchi) wrapped myself in a blanket of memories - mustard flowers, navy blue sky, the smell of summer air, shared laughter and a boy who appeared like sunshine in human form.
But when he walked into her life with sparkling eyes and a bunch of mustard flowers, he didn't just sit beside her in class - he stole her peace, her curiosity, her jealousy... and something far deeper. All she knew was that everything changed the moment he smiled. In a world full of noise, he spoke in silence. In a world of routines, he brought something unexpected - confusion, heartbeat, butterflies, fluttering teenage affection. And unknowingly, he became the part of her day she never wanted to end. But some stories don't unfold the way we hope. And then, just like that - he was gone.
He walked away one day, not with promises or closure, but with a quiet step that echoed in my heart for years. And when he left, he didn't just take memories. He took a part of me - the softest part. The innocent, hopeful version who still believed love meant forever.
Four years passed.....
People, place, school, friends and everything changed. I grew, stepped into college. I stitched together all the parts of me he unknowingly scattered - and I told myself I was whole again.
Until destiny, with its strange sense of timing, brought him back.
And when our eyes met again, raw, unspoken, and trembling unfinished stories came rushing back.
And suddenly, time folded in on itself like an old love letter - the kind you never send, but can never throw away.
To the Boy with Mustard Flowers is a coming-of-age journey through awkward teenage years, loud silences, stolen glances, unfinished goodbyes, and the kind of love that leaves a mark even after it's gone.
This isn't a perfect love story,
But it's mine,
And maybe, it'll be yours too.
