Yash Badgeri

  By Her Side…. The night was deep, silent, and serene, but inside Sakhi’s mind, an electrifying adventure unfolded. In her dream, she was in the vibrant world of PUBG, her heart pounding as she and her long-distance best friend, Vivek, prepared for battle. "Heeeyyy Pochinki! We are landing!" Sakhi shouted with excitement, her in-game avatar, Neha, descending rapidly toward the familiar battle zone. "I too! Let's loot fast!" Vivek’s voice rang through her headset, his enthusiasm matching hers. The moment their feet touched the ground, the real action began. Sakhi sprinted into a nearby building, scanning every corner for weapons. A flash of excitement ran through her when she spotted an M416 rifle with a red dot scope lying on the floor. Her hands, steady with practice, grabbed it instantly. "Hey Neha, where are you? Enemies near me, come fast!" Vivek’s urgent voice pulled her focus back to the battle. "On my way!" Sakhi—Neha—repl...

  "Hey, batauuu... is my voice audible? Can you hear me?" "Yes, Mr. Champuuuuuu! Tell me, what happened? Why were you late for the gym today? And why were you staring at that girl at the gym?" I chuckled, letting out a small glitter of laughter. "Oh, the girl I was looking at? She was so sweet, just gorgeous! Do you know why she puts on makeup before coming to the gym? Just to impress me!" She burst out laughing. "Then that girl must be mental if she's trying to impress you! Actually, I think she doesn't know a thing about you. If she did, she'd save her money on cosmetics because you get impressed just by eyes!" I laughed. "So, please help her understand this. Or help me to—" "Ezzzzzz!" she interrupted, her voice carrying a hint of possessiveness. Then she changed the topic. "By the way, why did you call me? What’s the work?" I smirked. "Oye, this was my work! I just love her. Please try...

  Chapter 2 - Winter Whispers and Unbreakable Bonds It was a chilly December morning in 2022. The cold wind kissed my face as I slowly opened my eyes, feeling an unexplainable warmth in my heart. There was no specific reason for my happiness; it was just one of those mornings where everything felt right. I was grateful—for life, for art, for my parents, for the little moments, and for the upcoming events that awaited me. I had always loved winters; though rainy days had their own charm, there was something about the crisp, cold air that made winter my favorite season. With a smile on my face, I got up from my bed, stretched my arms, and hummed a love song as I walked toward the bathroom. The echo of my voice mixed with the sound of running water as I showered, lost in the feeling of love—love for life, for the beauty around me. My mind wandered between melodies and moments, painting my morning with warmth despite the cold. Once freshened up, I got ready for the gym and headed...

  Chapter 1: The Departure It was the morning of September 27, 2024. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of train smoke and the faint aroma of chai from the bustling stalls. Yash stood at Jodhpur Railway Station, his heart weighed down by an unshakable sadness. His eyes, dark with exhaustion, scanned the crowd, waiting for her. Sakhi. She was late. He had been there since 7 a.m., sipping one cup of tea after another, his hands trembling slightly as he held the warm clay cup. The memory of the past two days clung to him like an unbearable shadow. He had come all the way from Maharashtra, crossing 1300 kilometers just to celebrate her birthday on September 25. Every moment spent with her had been beautiful—laughter, conversations, and the deep connection they shared as best friends. But on September 26, everything changed. Yash had made a mistake—he had fallen in love with her. He had known it for a long time, but yesterday, standing in that garden, he had finally voiced his ...

"I Lost Myself, Loving Her" When Love is One-Sided: A Reflection on Loyalty, Indifference, and the Elusiveness of True Love In a world where love is often celebrated in grand gestures and fairy tales, the reality can feel quite different. We grow up believing that true love is something rare and special, something that will eventually come our way if we’re patient and devoted enough. But what happens when that devotion isn’t returned? When one person loves from a distance, with all the passion and loyalty in their heart, yet the other person feels indifferent to those feelings? Does true love still exist in such circumstances, or is it just a fleeting ideal? The Loyalty of Unrequited Love Imagine the boy who loves a girl from afar. He sees her every day, admires her every move, and quietly cherishes the idea of her. In his heart, he is loyal, unwavering, and willing to give her everything, even if she doesn't ask for it. This is the kind of love that comes with no strings...