When Distance Was the Closest We Came
In school, there are people you see every day from across corridors, during assemblies, across fields and somehow, without a single conversation,
they begin to live quietly inside you.
That’s how it was for Reyansh, Suhani, and Meera.
They weren’t friends. Not even close.
They belonged to different worlds, different friend circles, different versions of teenage life.
But life, unpredictable as always, found a way to thread them together.
Reyansh was the kind of boy people noticed, confident, easy laughter, always surrounded by friends.
Suhani, elegant, belonged to a family where pride sat heavier than love.
And Meera, the quiet one, books her only company, dreams kept small and safe, because life had taught her to stay within lines.
It was Meera who noticed first.
How Reyansh’s eyes softened when Suhani spoke.
How he waited a few seconds longer near her class when the bell rang.
She saw the story forming — slowly, silently — from the outside.
