iamindelhi

Lee is not someone who easily explains what he carries inside. There’s a quiet heaviness in him—something unresolved, something that lingers even in his calmest moments. He had been searching, not actively, but somewhere deep within, for a soul that could understand without too many words… someone who could simply feel. And then, Anna came into his life, unexpected, unplanned. She didn’t arrive with promises or intentions. It just happened. A conversation, a moment, a connection… and suddenly, Lee found in her a rare kind of presence. She listened. Not casually, but with sincerity. She consoled him in ways that felt natural, not forced. With her, he didn’t have to explain everything, she just understood. For Lee, that meant more than he could ever say. But Anna is not just that gentle presence for him, she is also a person with her own world, her own emotions, her own limits. There are moments when she feels overwhelmed, when his messages come like waves she cannot always hold. And in ...

 He began as a quiet boy in school corridors—Anju, Bismi, Rahmath, Niha, Lakshmi, Rani—names that lived softly in his thoughts, where love meant silent glances and unspoken feelings. As life moved into diploma and college days—Lovely, Asha, M of Matskan, Jayashree, Golda, Nisha D—emotions grew a little louder; some leaned towards him like Asha, some remained gentle what-ifs that never found their moment. Then came the phase where feelings slowly found expression—Reshmi, an incomplete beginning; Lekshmi, a spontaneous first kiss that came like magic and disappeared just as quickly; Tasli, Jisha, Thasni P T, letters, small talks, and a quiet belief that maybe they felt the same too, even if nothing was ever clearly said. During his engineering days, there was Baby—she came suddenly into his life asking for help through the internet, stayed just enough to create a silent bond, and then quietly left, leaving behind a feeling that never needed words. Life at a time ridicule and bet on h...

  There was a time when the world around him slowly began to shrink. Not because the world itself had changed, but because people had. Conversations became fewer. Friends faded into memories. Life slowly reduced him to roles — a worker who earns money, a name on responsibilities, a “husband” by label, but rarely a person whose heart was heard. Days passed quietly. He stopped expecting calls. Stopped waiting for messages. Stopped explaining his silence to anyone. He tried to live simply — working, reading, keeping himself busy. Not because he was peaceful, but because it was easier than answering the painful question inside him: “Who is really there for me?” At times he tried to reach out to the world again. Dating apps, new conversations, random connections — but everything felt like noise. Nothing real. Nothing warm. Old memories of friends… Moments with people he once cared for… Short-lived romances… All of them existed only as distant shadows of another life. Yea...