Anatomy of almost

Ruhani met him for the first time on a navratri night at Ahemdabad .

Red kurta.Quiet smile.Complete stranger.

She didn't even knew his name,yet somehow she kept looking for him in a crowd full of people.

What started with an Instagram follow request slowly turned into late night conversations, shared secrets, medical college chaos, and feelings neither of them planned for.

But loving someone who disappears when life gets hard isn't easy.

Especially when they make you feel wanted one day and distant the next.

Maybe some people are meant to become a habit before they become a memory.

And maybe they were always just another anatomy of almost.