Thread 1: A Winter Morning

A chilly winter morning, I hurried along,
My heart in a flutter, my steps in a song.
Late and anxious, my mind full of fear,
“What will they say? Will anything go clear?”

Then I saw him, calm and so bright,
On a red Scooty, gliding like light.
He was late too, yet untroubled, at ease,
A quiet charm, like a gentle breeze.

Days later, a message, a curious find,
He sees I am a writer, words that fly.
He asks for help, a dream in his hands,
I was busy, yet curious where this leads and lands.

A camera clicked, the world felt new,
He asked me to join, and the words just flew.
Unlike the others, who fell at my feet,
He was different, steady, quietly sweet.

Exams and duty, hours quietly spent,
You leading the way, my heart slightly bent.
A story began, soft and new,
A gentle beginning, of me and you.


To be continued…

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