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Dear One Open

Thinking about someone else

Sometime it takes the wrong person to make you realise how much you miss the right one. I had one of those moments recently. Someone was bothering me and after dealing with their unnecessary comments and behaviour for a while. My mind suddenly went to someone completely different. I started thinking about the person who always made me feel comfortable instead. It was very strange because I had not even been thinking about them before that. I was actually more focused on being irritated with the person in front of me, but the more annoyed I became the more I started remembering how different it feels with someone genuinely cares about you. It was just the kind of behaviour that slowly gets on your nerves. Sometimes people ask too many questions, make unnecessary comments or keep talking ev

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Dear One Open

A conversation after three years

Today was a special day because I spoke to my teacher after almost 3 years. Since it was a group Purnima, I felt that it was the right time to reconnect and express my gratitude. I had not expected that a simple phone call would turn into such a beautiful conversation. When I called, hearing my teachers voice after such a long time felt familiar and comforting. Even though days had passed., the respect in connection, I felt reminded the same. Sometime, certain people hold an important place in our lives and time does not really change that bond. The conversation lasted for almost an hour, but it did not feel that long. We talked about different things like life, study, experience, and how things have changed over the years. It was interesting to share where I am now and also listen to my

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Dear One Open

the shopkeeper who remembered my order

There is a small tea shop I visit often. Nothing about it is particularly special. It has a few plastic chairs, a narrow counter, and a menu that hasn't changed in years. The tea is ordinary. The biscuits are ordinary. Even the conversations around it are usually ordinary. But I keep going back. Maybe because some places become familiar without you realising it. I usually walk in stand near the counter, and order the same thing. One cup of tea. No sugar. I never thought the shopkeeper noticed. To me, it was simply a routine. Oneday evening, I walked in after a particularly exhausting day. My mint was filled with too many things-unfinished work, unanswered messages, worries about the future, and the strange feeling that I had spent the entire day doing things without actually getting anywh

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Dear One Open

Love,Unlocked!

Love,Unlocked!

Chapter 2: The borrowed Notebook It was break hour. I was scrolling through my phone while both my roommates were talking. I could tell they were trying to make me feel included,so I put my phone away and started paying attention to their conversation. They were talking about a senior who was apparently quite popular on Instagram. I was only half listening. Suddenly, I heard a voice from the desk to my left.It was a guy I'd never really noticed in class before. "Have you completed your maths notes?" he asked. I got flustered for a moment, but I nodded and handed him my notebook. He took it and quietly walked away. Only then did I realize he sat on the last bench. No wonder I'd never noticed him, I thought.I hardly ever turned around during class. A little later, I noticed his friend

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