The Voice That Woke My Soul
By Puvvukonvict | Published on
Life was simple and lighthearted until that one Sunday morning. Certain mornings don’t just begin with the sun—they begin with something softer, something sweeter.
It was one of those Sundays. I, the king of lazy mornings, was stubbornly sunk deep in my bed, refusing to wake up even as my mom’s usual morning chaos echoed faintly from the kitchen. But this time, something felt different.
From the hall, I heard a voice—not loud, not calling out, just a soft, sweet hum, like a gentle breeze brushing over a wind chime, creating music that didn’t demand attention but quietly held it. There was something pure, natural, almost divine in that girl’s voice. It wasn’t a song, but it had more soul than any tune I’d ever heard. I lay there, eyes closed, listening, not knowing who it was, not wanting it to stop.
Then, I heard Manasa’s voice. And just like that, I sat up. Something unknown sparked inside me—a silent whisper in my chest saying, “Go see.” A strange curiosity, a quiet storm.
I walked to the mirror, fixed my hair with a half-smile, half-confusion, and opened my room door just a little. There she was.
She was sitting just ahead, slightly turned, her earrings dancing in the soft sunlight pouring through the window. Her delicate jhumkas, dipped in ocean blue and snow white, shimmered like they were made of dreams, moving gently with her every expression, just like the loose strands of hair swaying over her cheek.
Her smile? Oh, God. That smile could silence a thunderstorm. She looked around the room, unaware of my eyes, and for the first time, I understood what poets meant when they said, “She didn’t enter the room; she changed the air in it.”
Her eyes weren’t just beautiful—they spoke, as if they’d seen galaxies and still chose kindness. A small bindi sat on her forehead, like a dot of starlight between two worlds.
I didn’t fall in love that second, but my heart paused, staying in that moment, unaware of time, unaware of why—just deeply present.
I stood behind the door, not blinking, not breathing too hard, afraid that even a sound might blur this image. I didn’t know her name or her story, but in that one glimpse, she became a part of mine.
I took a quick shower and got ready to enter the hall, but when I walked in, I was disappointed. She was gone, yet the fragrance of her presence lingered in the air. I could feel her there, even though she wasn’t. Those few minutes had written pages in my heart that I could never erase.
My mind was full, but I couldn’t ask my mom anything. I tried and failed multiple times. Words didn’t come out. Maybe I feared she’d sense something in my tone, or maybe I wasn’t ready to admit that a girl I didn’t know had already taken a piece of me.
So, I stepped out to meet Raghu, my best friend in Peddapalli. We usually hung out at the railway station, eating street food and having senseless but fun conversations. That day, I told him everything.
He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Arey Sushanth… you’re blushing, bro!”
“Shut up, ra! I don’t even know her.”
“That’s the thing. You don’t know her, but your soul already does.”
He was right. In all our years of friendship, I’d never spoken to him about a girl like this. It wasn’t love—not yet. But it was something unexplainable, deep, and magical.
Raghu said, “She’s with Manasa, bro. You’ll trace her out. That’s easy for you. But this feeling, this face that won’t leave your head—it means something. Let’s see where this goes.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but he knew me too well.
Later that evening, I came home and laughed with my parents over dinner. I tried again to ask my mom about her but failed again. My heart wasn’t ready to speak, but it couldn’t stop thinking either.
I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. Her face kept appearing behind closed eyelids—those eyes, that smile, those jhumkas. I was haunted by a melody I never expected to hear, and somehow, I didn’t want it to stop. That night, I finally slept, with her memory in my dreams.
And just like that, she walked into my world, not with thunder, but with a voice so soft that it echoed in every corner of my soul.
Her smile, her presence, and that one moment left my heart chasing shadows. But was it just a passing breeze… or the beginning of something unforgettable?
In Part 3, the rain arrives, the winds shift, and destiny plays its first card. Don’t miss it.
Missed the beginning? Revisit where it all began—the laughter, the routine, and that unexpected turn:
✨ Part 1 – When Life Was Just Mine
✨ Part 3 – A Glimpse That Changed Everything
✨ Part 4 – The Smile That Spoke Everything
Let the emotions flow and the memories linger... 🌧️💙
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