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it was a Bright sunlight fell softly through the window while a light breeze moved the curtains every few minutes. Outside, the world was busy cheering during a cricket match. Inside her room, however, everything felt still. Constant. Familiar.

Arvi sat on the floor surrounded by her paintings.

Some were unfinished. Some were messy. Some were copied from random sceneries she once found beautiful as a child. She slowly picked them up one by one and placed them carefully inside an old file.

She loved her paintings.

She just never felt they were good enough to be seen.

Arvi was a very private person. In a world full of social media aesthetics and public lives, she chose silence. She never posted much online. Not because she hated people, but because she never felt the need to constantly prove her existence to the world.

It had been three years since she had properly stayed connected with her school friends. Even college friendships slowly faded away. Aeysha, the girl who once knew almost every version of her, now only existed through occasional Instagram stories and forgotten chats.

Arvi’s life was simple.

She woke up every morning with a goal for the day, completed her work, and quietly ended the day without making noise about it. Nothing in her life felt “social media worthy.” Neither her failures nor her achievements.

She was preparing for one of the toughest exams in the country.

For months, she failed repeatedly.

And slowly, social media became less about entertainment and more about comparison. Every successful person online felt like proof that she was falling behind in life.

Then one day, the result came.

With almost zero expectations, she opened it.

And she cleared the exam.

For a few seconds, she just stared at the screen silently.

She had waited for this moment for so long.

Internally, she wanted to announce it to the whole world. She wanted people to know she had finally done something she once cried over.

But she posted nothing.

A few hours later, life quietly returned to normal again. Just another mission. Just another goal.

Every Sunday, Arvi visited a small library near her house. Philosophy books had somehow become her comfort place lately. But that Sunday, instead of taking her usual route home, she walked into a café nearby.

She hated crowded places.

Still, she picked a corner seat, ordered coffee, opened her favorite book, and started reading.

Until she saw a familiar face.

Aeysha.

For a second, everything felt strange.

This was the same person she had spent most of her childhood with, yet today there was an awkward silence between them — the kind silence creates when two people slowly become strangers without realizing it.

The conversation started the way old conversations usually do.

Childhood memories.

School stories.

Random jokes.

Then Aeysha started talking about her life — her recently published article, her startup ideas, her achievements, the things she was building for herself.

Arvi listened quietly.

And suddenly, her own achievements started feeling smaller.

The exam she worked so hard for no longer felt enough. Her struggles no longer felt important. For a moment, it felt like her existence had become invisible beside someone else’s visible success.

Then Aeysha smiled and asked, “So… what about you? How’s life going?”

“Nothing much,” Arvi replied softly.

But Aeysha knew her too well to believe that answer.

“Nothing much? Seriously?” she laughed. “You used to talk about big dreams all the time.”

Something about that sentence made Arvi pause.

Slowly, she started talking too.

Not dramatically. Not proudly. Just honestly.

She spoke about the exam. The failures before it. The nights she doubted herself. The pressure. The quiet victories she never celebrated publicly.

And for the first time in a long while, someone listened to her story with genuine excitement.

“You actually did it,” Aeysha said. “So many of your dreams are becoming real.”

Something about her happiness made Arvi feel seen.

Not judged. Not compared. Just… seen.

By the time the sun started setting, both of them had to leave.

But while walking back home, Arvi realized something.

Maybe she never truly hated validation.

Maybe wanting to be seen sometimes was simply human.

That night, she opened the old file where she kept all her paintings hidden for years. She took out the one she loved the most, clicked a picture of it, and posted it online without overthinking for the first time.

Not for likes.

Not for attention.

But for herself.