Short in time, endless in feeling
It was a cold winter morning. One of those days when the air feels sharp on your face but somehow makes you feel awake.
I had done my usual morning chores, got ready for college, but my heart felt a little heavy. Not sad exactly… just restless, like something was missing and I didn’t know what.
When I reached college, none of my usual friends were around. So instead of sitting in class, I went down to the ground. The sun was out, the breeze was cold, and for once, I was completely alone with my thoughts.
Out of boredom, or maybe curiosity, I logged into a random website for voice chatting. Thought I’d just kill some time.
The first call was… weird. Disconnected immediately.
Then another. Nothing special.A couple more attempts later, nothing exciting came of it.
But then...
he came...
Kartik ..
The call didn’t start smoothly—his voice kept breaking, technical issues everywhere. But thankfully, neither of us disconnected.
Maybe destiny doesn’t disconnect that easily :)
We started talking—introductions, hobbies, little laughs. And slowly, unknowingly, something shifted.
He felt unreal.
Like a character straight out of a film.
He plays the guitar.
His voice—oh God—his voice could melt hearts without trying.
Tall, confident, charming… someone who had tried modelling, someone who cooked beautifully, someone who seemed perfect at everything I wasn’t. I remember thinking, Is this even real?
He gave me total “Student of the Year” Siddharth Malhotra vibes—and honestly, the song “Kukkad Kamal Da” started playing in my head. Conversation flowed effortlessly—hobbies, dreams, silly jokes.
We talked… and talked… thirty minutes turned into hours, yet it didn’t feel like time had passed at all. Three whole hours went by with nothing but “aur batao?”
Neither of us wanted to hang up.
He didn’t feel like a stranger.
He felt familiar—like someone I had known for lifetimes.
He roasted me, I pretended to be annoyed, tried to play tough—but oh, how could anyone resist that voice, that laughter, that warmth? Every word he said seemed to linger in the air, and every laugh we shared stitched our stories closer together.
Before ending the call, we exchanged Snapchat IDs. When the call ended, I started walking home, smiling the entire way. I laughed alone on the road, replaying our conversation again and again in my head.
That day, I wasn’t hungry. His words had already filled me. I sent him a request on Snapchat and waited— my heart racing, time slipping away unnoticed.
While making evening tea, I glanced at my phone and—
He had added me back.
My hands trembled.
Then his message appeared:
“Hey… so mujhe miss kia?”
I smiled—soft, shy, nervous.
And I replied:
“Yes.”
And just like that, a winter day, a random website, and a simple hello had begun a story that felt like it was written in the stars🌟
and that’s where the real story began…
He accepted the request,
and just like that, our conversations started—
easy, natural, like they were always meant to happen.
I was making evening tea when he said,
"ek cup mere liye bhi”
Now, he doesn’t even drink tea.
Sir prefers green tea—
less sugar,
a few drops of lemon.
I replied, a little annoyed,
“mere pass itna faltu time nahi ki tumhare liye green tea banau”
Hehe…
I know, I know—
even I can’t believe I was that rude
to someone so sweet.
Then I said,
“Okay, not green tea…
but I can sing a song for you.”
And I started singing—
“baithe baithe main ye sochun tu sang betha ho toh…”
I was still singing when suddenly
the dogs in my street started barking—
perfect timing, honestly
Later, I sent him a few of my singing audios.
I even sang “Kukkad Kamal Da” just for him—
yes, I really did that
He praised my singing a lot.
Now, he isn’t the first person
to compliment my voice,
but somehow,
his words made me shy.
I kept smiling for no reason,
blushing like a fool.
Then it was his turn.
Showing his talent,
he sent me a voice note
while playing the guitar.
Oh God…
I’ve heard many people play the guitar,
but with him, it felt different.
Something about his music
quietly touched my heart.
And just like that,
our conversations kept flowing.
That day felt nothing less than magic.
Everything felt unreal,
like a movie scene
we accidentally walked into.
Our friends started teasing us
with each other’s names
from the very first day.
And we both always denied it,
pretending nothing was happening.
But you know how it is—
no one ever knows
when, how, or at which moment
feelings quietly begin.
And maybe…
that’s exactly what happened to us✨
That night felt… different.
I was just finishing my dinner, minding my own little world, when suddenly his message popped up: “hey?”
And just like that, the normal flow of our chats started again—simple, easy, effortless. “Khanna kha liya?” “Haan… bas abhi… tumne?” Those little questions, the kind that normally seem meaningless, suddenly felt cozy, like we were sitting across from each other instead of miles apart.
He was telling me about his plans to go to the US next month, about friends, random stories… and then, casually, almost playfully, he said, “agar call per baat karen toh?”
Now, me? Talking to a boy late at night? Call? Never. My family would definitely freak. But for some reason… I couldn’t resist. A strange flutter of anticipation filled me, a little nervous, a little excited, but fully unstoppable. That night, I was alone. Destiny, or maybe the universe, was giving me a gentle nudge.
So, at exactly 10:52 PM, I called him. “Hellooo…” I whispered.
At that moment, he was busy writing an email (dekha, kitni choti choti baatein yaad rakhti hun). And as soon as my call came through, he kicked everyone off his call—just for me aww
And then… bas phir baaton ka silsila shuru ho gaya. Wahi normal haal-chaal wali baatein… and I was loving every second of it. I had never felt anything like this before… that ease, that comfort, that little spark of magic.
He told me how his friends were talking about humare baare mein, and we obviously denied everything… haha. Aur phir, out of nowhere, my data ran out and the call cut. Frustrated, I fell asleep for an hour.
Then, suddenly, 12:52 AM. My eyes opened… I don’t even know why. And by then, my data was back. I messaged him, told him about my data issue. He said he couldn’t sleep either. And I don’t know why… mujhe bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi.
So, I called him again. “Hello…” I whispered.
Wo bhi waha se fhusfhusaya lol.
He told me to close my eyes and sleep… but sleep refused me. Instead, he started singing. My favorite song—Perfect. And then Thinking Out Loud. I couldn’t help but giggle a little hearing him sing, my heart fluttering like crazy.
He teased me. He scared me. He said, “main hun na” whenever I got a little startled Hayee… bas yuhi time beetata gaya. Thodi hansi bhi, bohot maza aa raha tha hume… then he finally dozed off around 4 AM, murmuring softly in his sleep. And me? I just listened, letting him be, until I drifted off too.
I woke up around 5 AM. He was awake too, saying good morning and asking, “kesa laga mujhe?” I replied, “mujhe bohot accha laga”. Then we called again for a short while, because he had his morning workout and I needed some rest too.
But yaar… even after that, uske baad se, wo hi mere dimaag main chalta rehta tha. His laugh, his voice, his teasing, the songs… that night was perfect in a way that words can’t capture.