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I met her again, but not every meeting is meant for a reunion.
It was a quiet early morning on a train out of the city. I was traveling for one of my spiritual retreats, trying to keep my focus inward, as always. The journey had its usual rhythm—the low hum of the train and the occasional jingle of tea vendors with all the nature around. I was so caught up in my morning prayers to the divine when I caught a glimpse of someone familiar.
Ananya.
I froze for a moment, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no, it was her. There she was, sitting by the window, her profile silhouetted against the fading light. She looked… different. Calmer, quieter, more settled, yet there was something unmistakable about her. It was like she had matured in every sense of the word but still held on to the core of who she was.
I didn't approach her. I didn’t want to disrupt her peace or create a stir after so many years. Instead, I just observed her quietly, making sure she didn’t notice me. Watching her brought back memories of the bubbly, high-spirited girl I knew a decade ago. She seemed so full of life back then, almost like a flame that burned too bright. Now, she looked more composed, but the...
Ananya.
I froze for a moment, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no, it was her. There she was, sitting by the window, her profile silhouetted against the fading light. She looked… different. Calmer, quieter, more settled, yet there was something unmistakable about her. It was like she had matured in every sense of the word but still held on to the core of who she was.
I didn't approach her. I didn’t want to disrupt her peace or create a stir after so many years. Instead, I just observed her quietly, making sure she didn’t notice me. Watching her brought back memories of the bubbly, high-spirited girl I knew a decade ago. She seemed so full of life back then, almost like a flame that burned too bright. Now, she looked more composed, but the...
