As the phone call unfolded, the usual flow of conversation seemed to deepen. Each story shared, each piece of his life revealed, added layers to the connection between them. Somika found herself listening intently, caught in the warmth of his voice. And then, out of nowhere, Dhurba dropped something that made her pause for a moment. 🤔
"You know," he began, almost casually, "I started meditating when I was younger. I think I was in grade 4, if I remember correctly." 🧘♂️
Somika's mind went still for a second, her curiosity piqued. Grade 4? Meditation? It wasn't exactly the kind of thing she expected a kid that young to be into. But the more he spoke, the more she could sense the calm that came with it—like the foundation of everything he believed in now, a practice that shaped his life in ways she was beginning to understand and respect, even if she wasn't fully there yet. 🌿 There was a depth to him, a quiet wisdom that seemed to stretch far beyond his years. Dhurba wasn't just some guy she was talking to; he was someone who had found peace in the chaos, who had a story worth listening to. ✨
As they chatted, Dhurba's tone shifted, a little unsure but sincere. "Would you mind if I join you for your graduation?"
Somika blinked, her heart skipping a beat. Was he serious? The thought alone made her cheeks flush. "Of course! I'd love that," she replied, barely hiding her excitement.
He laughed softly. "Good. I already asked for the day off. Just hoping it gets approved."
That's when it hit her—this wasn't just polite interest. It was effort, real effort. And before she could even process it, Dhurba added, almost casually, "I've never taken a day off for someone before. Never gone to anyone's graduation except my own and my little sister's."
His words lingered, hanging in the air like the sweetest secret. And Somika? She sat there, phone in hand, cheeks aching from smiling too hard, realizing that maybe—just maybe—this was the kind of love she'd been waiting for all along. ❤️