"The Story Made of MAYBE"

 THE STORY MADE OF MAYBE

Episode 01

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"A new stranger, a familiar feeling, and a heart afraid of repeating an old story."

Guys, remember "The Stranger I Like" ?

Well, that story never really had a fairytale ending. In fact, there was so much more that came to light, so many things that unfolded behind the curtains, that the little girl who once admired him so dearly found herself frightened.

Frightened? But why?

Perhaps because she had painted him with colours no ordinary canvas could hold. She had admired him with a kind of innocence that even the most beautiful fairytales might struggle to describe. She had found poetry in the smallest details, magic in the most ordinary things, and possibilities where there was hardly any room for them.

But some truths are difficult to swallow, especially when they arrive at the doorstep of someone who has built an entire little world around a person.

There were things she couldn't explain, things she couldn't accept, and perhaps things she simply wasn't ready to make peace with.

So, she chose to step back.

And with that one decision, she quietly buried a thousand little wishes. The wish to have someone special, to look forward to a message, to smile at the sight of a familiar name, and to experience those silly little butterflies that people often write songs about.

For a while, she convinced herself that perhaps admiration wasn't meant for her anymore.

The more she discovered about the people she came across, the more distant she felt from the idea of liking someone. It wasn't that she had stopped believing in beautiful things. She had simply become a little reluctant to look for them in people.

And then...

Just when she had almost convinced herself that the little garden inside her would never bloom again, something changed.

Like the first ray of sunlight finding its way through a window that had remained shut for far too long, a familiar feeling returned.

But this time, it was different.

There were no elaborate daydreams, no imaginary conversations extending till midnight, and certainly no grand expectations. It wasn't the kind of admiration that makes someone lose themselves in another person.

It was gentle. Quiet. Almost effortless.

A little curiosity, a little smile, and that rather silly happiness that comes from finding someone interesting without even knowing why.

Same old Instagram. Another midnight scroll. And then, quite unexpectedly, there he was.

A stranger. Umm, another stranger.

Funny how the universe sometimes introduces people without even bothering to provide an introduction.

She had almost made peace with the thought that she might never find anyone interesting again. And here she was, smiling at a screen, feeling those familiar little butterflies that she thought had long retired.

The happiness was strangely beautiful because she wasn't even waiting for anything in return. No expectations of a conversation, no imaginary future, not even a guarantee that he would notice her existence.

She simply liked the feeling.

And perhaps that was enough for the moment.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she gathered a little courage, pressed the follow button, and went back to her own little world, blushing at absolutely nothing.

But somewhere beneath that excitement was a tiny voice asking her to be careful.

Because, strangely enough, something about this situation felt familiar.

Same platform. Same midnight hours. Same feeling of discovering someone from a distance.

And she couldn't help wondering if history was quietly preparing to repeat itself.

Yet, this time, she decided not to let fear write the entire story.

She gathered whatever courage she could find and wrote him a paragraph. A little more than a casual introduction, perhaps, but not enough to reveal the thousand thoughts she had carefully kept to herself.

She sent it with a rather unusual hope.

After all, doctors are supposed to attend to their patients, aren't they?

And what if this particular patient was simply hoping for a little response?

Now, the question remains...

Will this stranger turn out to be another unfinished chapter, or will he finally give her a reason to keep turning the pages?

Well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see.