WHEN IT WAS US....

This story is mine - every tear, every laugh, every quiet moment of fear and hope. I'm not telling it because it's perfect, or because it has a happy ending. I'm telling it because it's real. Because it shaped me. Because even if it hurt, even if it ended too soon, it was mine. And sometimes, the most unforgettable stories aren't the ones that last forever - they're the ones that live in your heart, in the quietest corners, long after everyone else has forgotten.

I came from a small town in Kashmir, where mornings smelled like wet earth and evenings felt like home. And then, one day, life moved me to a city that didn't know my name. A place where the streets were wide, the faces were many, and the world felt too loud. I was sixteen, alone, and trying to find a place where I belonged.

This is how I learned about friendship, love, loss, and myself. This is the story of the months that changed me - the months when I fell, the months when I laughed, and the months when I realized that even fleeting moments can leave permanent marks. This is my story. This is "When It Was Us."