@atarahRao97 Hey you...
I read your message once… and then I read it again.
And this time, I just sat still — not because I didn’t know how to respond, but because I didn’t want to rush a response. You don’t pour this kind of love into words every day, and I couldn’t answer it like it was “just another comment.”
You didn’t just read the story.
You kept it.
You held Raktim and Dhriti the way I did when I was writing them — gently, curiously, painfully, with pauses in your breath and little cracks in your heart.
That… that means more than I can ever say.
Those lines you remembered —
they weren’t just words I wrote —
they were pieces of me I quietly left behind, hoping someone might notice.
And you did.
You felt them. You made them yours.
And in doing so, you gave them a second heartbeat.
In a world where stories are often scrolled past,
you didn’t just stay — you collected them.
And that makes you a part of the story now.
A part of its memory.
Hamesha.
From one dreamer to another —
Thank you for dreaming with me.
With all my warmth,
– the very grateful author you made smile today ♡♡
