Some endings did not feel like endings.

They felt like doors.

Quietly opening.

Patiently waiting.

Life rarely changed in grand moments.

No thunder.

No warning.

No voice announcing-

"Everything changes now."

Instead-

change arrived softly.

One strange dream.

One unanswered question.

One impossible feeling.

And suddenly-

the life someone once understood-

no longer felt familiar.

Krishni mathur stood unknowingly at that edge.

One step away.

One moment away.

From something larger than fear.

Larger than explanation.

Larger than herself.

And somewhere beyond time-

destiny waited.

Patient.

As it always had.

The theatre showcase day had finally arrived.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

Terrifying.

Perfect.

"You're pacing."

"I'm not."

"You literally are."

"I'm walking."

"You're emotionally walking."

I stared at Ridhi.

"Emotionally walking?"

"Yes."

"That isn't a thing."

"It became a thing."

Backstage chaos surrounded us.

Costumes everywhere.

People forgetting lines.

Someone panicking dramatically.

Someone crying.

Someone somehow laughing.

Theatre.

Beautiful disaster.

Exactly the way I loved it.

And feared it.

"Krishni."

"Hm."

"You'll do amazing."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I'll forget dialogue."

"You won't."

"I'll trip."

"You won't."

"I'll accidentally destroy theatre history."

"Please stop."

"I feel panic."

"You feel panic every day."

Fair.

Unfortunately.

Very fair.

"Krishni."

"Hm."

Ridhi's voice softened quietly.

"Trust yourself."

Dangerous advice.

Very dangerous.

Because trust-

had always been difficult.

Especially toward myself.

The auditorium slowly filled.

Lights dimmed.

Voices softened.

Energy shifted.

Showtime.

The familiar nervousness settled quietly inside my chest.

Not new.

Never new.

But somehow--

today felt different.

Heavier.

Stranger.

Like something unseen waited quietly.

Watching.

The curtains stood closed.

Breathing slowly.

Deeply.

I adjusted my costume nervously.

My fingers unconsciously touched the lotus mark resting against my palm.

Warm.

Always warm.

"Places everyone!"

Professor Arvind's voice echoed backstage.

Movement exploded instantly.

Controlled chaos.

Beautiful chaos.

My heartbeat slowly increased.

Faster.

Faster.

Too fast.

No.

Not now.

Please.

Not now.

Breathe.

Just-

breathe.

The curtain slowly lifted.

Light spilled across stage.

The performance began.

Dialogue.

Movement.

Emotion.

Scene after scene.

Everything flowing.

Natural.

Alive.

For once-

my mind quieted.

No dreams.

No mystery.

No fear.

Only theatre.

Only truth.

Only feeling.

And perhaps-

that was why krishni loved acting.

Because for brief moments-

she stopped carrying herself.

Stopped carrying questions.

Stopped carrying uncertainty.

She simply existed.

Present.

Honest.

Free.

Applause erupted loudly.

Bright.

Warm.

Real.

The showcase had ended.

Students celebrated loudly.

Professor Arvind somehow smiled.

Rare event.

Historical event.

"WE DID IT!"

Ridhi practically collided into me.

"We survived."

"We conquered."

"We emotionally suffered and survived."

"Krishni."

"What?"

"You did amazing."

"I forgot one cue."

"Nobody noticed."

"I noticed."

"Exactly."

I smiled quietly.

Small.

Soft.

Real.

Something strange settled quietly inside me.

Peace.

Temporary.

Fragile.

But real.

For the first time in weeks-

my chest didn't feel heavy.

The mystery.

The dreams.

The stress.

Everything felt quieter.

Manageable.

Maybe-

finally-

things would become normal.

Maybe-

I could finally breathe.

Night arrived quietly.

The city slept beneath soft clouds.

Exhaustion settled deeply into my bones.

I should have slept immediately.

Instead-

I sat near my window.

Blank notebook resting quietly beside me.

Wind moved softly.

The small Krishn murti near my study table sat illuminated beneath warm light.

Peace.

Always peace.

"We did okay today."

The whisper left quietly.

Silence.

Expected.

"Actually no."

A small smile appeared.

"We did good."

Wind moved softly.

Quiet.

Comfortable.

The strange thing-

for the first time-

I wasn't asking questions.

Wasn't searching desperately.

Wasn't afraid.

Only tired.

Peacefully tired.

My fingers slowly touched my lotus marks.

Warm.

Always.

Warm.

Sleep arrived softly.

Gently.

And then-

the dream.

Moonlight.

River water.

Temple bells.

Flowers drifting slowly.

The flute.

But tonight-

something felt different.

Not distant.

Not hidden.

Closer.

Everything closer.

The ancient pathways stretched beneath silver moonlight.

Wind carried sandalwood fragrance.

Golden lamps flickered softly.

And there-

standing near flowing water-

him.

Closer than ever before.

Dark curls moving softly beneath wind.

Peacock feather.

Yellow silk.

Lotus eyes holding impossible warmth.

Peace.

Ancient peace.

Timeless.

No fear.

No confusion.

Only quiet certainty.

My feet moved slowly.

One step.

Then another.

Closer.

Closer.

My heartbeat trembled softly.

Not from fear.

From something impossible.

Like missing somewhere-

I had never been.

Like longing for something-

I couldn't remember losing.

The river moved quietly beside us.

Temple bells echoed softly.

Wind shifted.

And for the first time-

completely-

clearly-

I saw him.

Not shadow.

Not distance.

Not fragments.

Him.

Beautiful.

Calm.

Timeless.

Kind.

The flute rested gently beside him.

Lotus eyes lifted quietly.

Meeting mine.

And suddenly-

tears.

Unexpected.

Silent.

Falling.

Why-

why did seeing him-

hurt?

Not pain.

No.

Something deeper.

Something older.

Something that belonged beyond understanding.

His expression softened.

Warm.

Gentle.

As though-

he understood every question-

I couldn't speak.

The wind moved softly.

The river shimmered quietly.

And slowly-

very slowly-

he stepped forward.

My breathing quietly stopped.

Closer.

Closer-

And softly-

for the first time-

his hand lifted.

Not touching.

Only reaching.

Patient.

Gentle.

Waiting.

And then-

that familiar voice.

Ancient.

Warm.

Timeless.

"Soon."

Darkness.

Silence.

Nothing.

I woke instantly.

4:11 AM.

Breathing uneven.

Hands trembling.

Heart racing violently.

No.

No-

My eyes immediately moved toward my palms.

Lotus marks.

Warm.

Always.

Warm.

But tonight-

something was different.

Very different.

My fingers slowly tightened.

No.

No no-

A faint golden line.

Barely visible.

Soft.

Glowing quietly-

across one lotus mark.

My breathing stopped.

Completely.

No.

No-

Impossible.

Impossible-

Morning temple bells slowly echoed outside.

Wind moved softly.

The city awakened quietly.

Ordinary.

Normal.

Unaware.

And sitting alone beneath first light-

I realized something terrifying.

The mystery-

was no longer staying inside dreams.

And somewhere-

far beyond time-

destiny finally opened its eyes.

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Stay tuned

Gaura 🧿