Writer : Masum 

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☔ The Sound of Rain

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. The sky had turned grey, and the first drops of rain began tapping gently on the window of Room 302.

Maya sat by the window, her fingers curled around a half-warm cup of tea. This was her favorite kind of weather — not because it reminded her of someone, but because it silenced everything else.

Except her thoughts.

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📖 A Familiar Stranger

Three months ago, she moved into this apartment, trying to leave behind a city, a relationship, and a version of herself that no longer felt like her.

And yet, in the apartment next door lived someone oddly familiar — Ayan.

He didn’t say much, but his eyes always carried a soft kindness, like he knew what it felt like to be broken but still show up every day.

One evening, the power went out during a storm. Maya stepped into the corridor with a flashlight — and there he was.

He smiled. “Tea?” he asked.

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☕ Conversations in Silence

That night they talked. Not much, just bits and pieces — about books, favorite foods, the smell of rain on dry soil. It was strange how two strangers could find comfort in silence.

“I don’t think I like crowds anymore,” Maya said, eyes fixed on the dancing candlelight.

“I never did,” Ayan replied. “But I do like this. Quiet. Real.”

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📩 The Letter

A week later, Maya found an envelope slipped under her door.

Inside, a note — handwritten.

“I don’t know if people heal,
but sometimes, they stop bleeding.
And in that pause… something grows.”

There was no name, but she knew.

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🌧️ The Sound of Rain

Today, as the rain whispered stories against the glass, Maya no longer felt like she was waiting for someone.

She was simply… being.

And maybe that was enough.

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📌 “

Sometimes, the heart doesn’t need a reply — just a little silence and the sound of rain.”

"These writings are largely fictional and are intended solely to arouse the reader's emotions."