Duji Vaari

Alright, the velvet curtain is coming right up.

Jaan chidakti hai vo doston par,
kaash dil uska bhi dhadakta khud ke liye.
Duji vaari pyaar hoya sohneya —
khud naal kar lena iss baar.

Some people aren’t in every scene of your life—but somehow, they’re always in the frame.

They won’t know what you ate for breakfast or what playlist you’re stuck on this week. But they’ll show up at every big moment, dressed right, smiling wide—like you never missed a beat in between. You laugh, you hug, you pose for a picture. And no one notices the space in the middle. Not even you, sometimes.

I have people like that. They’re not always in the text threads or the late-night rants. But they’re mine. I cry with them, for them, sometimes because of them—and still, I choose them. Like choosing the same mug every morning, even if it’s chipped.

I wonder if I could ever love someone like that—fully. Let them in all the way, the kind of closeness where they get to see the cluttered drawer of your soul and still call it home. Could I let someone know me that deeply? Like it’s their right?

My heart… she flinches. She blinks a little too fast. She wants to be soft, but she’s grown up with sharp corners. So I tell her—breathe. Relax the forehead. Believe the world is gentler than you think. Believe people when they say it’s okay.

This isn’t a love letter. Not yet. It’s just a note from me to my heart. A soft reminder.

We’re not broken, just unopened.

Let’s leave it like Olivia would:
“No one ever told me softness would be the hardest thing to hold.”