Some people enter your life with noise—loud introductions, dramatic moments, heavy words.
But the most defining people… they arrive quietly.
Almost unnoticed.
Almost like a passing breeze you don’t think about twice.
That’s how he came into my life—an ajnabee, a stranger on the road of destiny.
There was a small task, a simple purpose, nothing extraordinary.
But God had already written a bond far bigger than anything either of us could have imagined.
What started as a class room classic became the beginning of a journey.
A colegue became a friend.
A friend grew into a companion.
A companion turned into a partner—
not just in work, but in dreams, battles, visions, and in the silent understanding of life.
Waqt ne apna karishma dikhaaya—
saath chalne se saath rehna hua,
aur saath rehne se saath jeena bana.
Gradually, she became a shadow so constant, so grounding,
that I found myself becoming his reflection—
two bodies, one soul, written without ink
on the pages of kismat.
Families merged without effort,
love flowed without demand,
and respect grew without boundaries.
There are bonds made with love—
and then there are bonds made with truth.
This one was the purest form of love I have ever received from another human.
A love that didn’t need validation,
didn’t need words,
didn’t need proof—
it simply existed, like breath, like heartbeat, like destiny.
But life…
Life has its own rhythm.
It gives moments that shine,
and moments that cut deep.
In that rhythm, I also met someone
who stole my heart in a single glance.
Love at first sight—
not the cliché kind,
but the kind that shifts the axis of your whole world,
so subtly that you only realise it when it’s too deep to undo.
Since that moment, my vision never changed.
My commitment never blurred.
My heart never replaced that feeling,
no matter how much time passed,
no matter how silent life became.
Eight years.
Eight long years of silence that still echo inside me—
sometimes like a wound,
sometimes like a memory so soft it brings a smile.
A silence that haunts me not with regret,
but with the knowledge
that some moments are so beautiful,
they become a lifetime of warmth
even if the journey never resumed.
I owe an apology—
for the distance, for the silence,
for the words unspoken and the feelings locked away.
But I also owe gratitude—
for those moments,
those glances,
those breaths that made my world feel lighter than life.
True love…
True love is not possession.
It is not expectation.
True love is the ability to keep someone alive in your heart
even when life doesn’t allow them beside you.
It is a devotion that bends with time
but never breaks with circumstances.
It is a promise that stays loyal
even when destiny takes its own turns.
If the world ever writes a definition of love
that deserves to be remembered for ages—
it would be this journey.
This bond.
This story.
Of a stranger who became my heartbeat,
a Solace who became my soul,
and a love that survived eight silent years
without dimming even once.
