Duggu, there’s a slight chance I might see you this Sunday. Just a possibility. Not a plan, not a promise, but just a silver lining of hope quietly lodged into the hours ahead. And yet, something in me has shifted.
It’s like a crack of sunlight slipping through a half-open curtain after months of overcast days. I don’t know how to explain it, but since I heard, even vaguely, that we might meet and talk, I have been lighter. Not just happier but liberated. Like something heavy I didn’t know I was carrying, I finally stepped down from my shoulders.
It’s not rational, I know. A dozen things might change. You might change your mind. Plans may fall through. But that possibility of seeing you, though fragile, maybe has already done its magic.
I have stopped thinking about the silence and the pain. For a moment, my mind isn’t replaying old arguments or filling the quiet with anxiety. It’s thinking about your smile. The way your voice sounds when you say my name without thinking. The calm you carry even when everything else is a mess.
And that’s when I realize it. You are still the antidote.
Not the solution to every problem. Not a cure for everything that broke. But the feeling that reminds me of who I was before life hardened me. You still bring peace to my chaos. You still soften the noise. You still make things feel safe.
Maybe we won’t meet. Maybe we will. I don’t know. But the fact that just the thought of seeing you can make me feel whole again, well, that says enough, doesn’t it?
You are still the antidote. And I didn’t even know how much I needed one until I started breathing easier again.
Day 110/200
Office, Gurgaon
~ A
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