Breaking Walls, Building Bonds!


Life has a strange way of revealing the truth, if only we’re patient enough to watch closely.
As the days rolled by, I began to notice the little things Mythili akka did, effortlessly, quietly, without expecting anything in return.
She would help someone carry heavy buckets of water without being asked. She would share her medicines if someone fell ill. She would check on the new scholars to make sure they didn’t feel lost.
None of it was grand or loud; it was in the soft, unnoticed corners of everyday life.
And these small acts,  more powerful than any words, slowly caught my attention.
Without realizing it, I found myself loosening the walls I had built around her.
We started talking more, laughing over silly hostel mishaps, sharing small worries about research and life, exchanging little joys like stolen tea breaks after long study hours.
She cared, really cared, in a way that felt genuine and rare.
Trust me, the kindness she showed was the kind that stayed long after the words had ended.
Slowly, the picture I had painted of her, based on second-hand stories and whispered warnings, began to blur and fade.
I took my own time, careful and slow, to see her for who she really was.
And what I saw was not a monster, not a fighter, not a destroyer of names, but a flawed, fierce, kind human being, just trying to survive in the same tough world I was trying to survive in too.
Our small group started to become closer, little by little.
Every evening after a long day, we would all head to the hostel mess for supper, often bumping into each other by accident at first, and then by choice.
Those accidental meetings turned into a gentle routine, one that felt like comfort after chaotic days.
Laughter, casual chats, sharing plates of food, it all stitched us together without us even realizing it.
But not everyone was happy.
The girl who had first warned me against Mythili, the one whose words I had once trusted without question, slowly grew distant.
I could sense the change even before it was spoken.
One day, without a word, she pulled herself away from the group, leaving behind only a silence that said everything she didn’t.
It hurt, in a way.
But somewhere deep down, I knew this was necessary.

Sometimes, we have to lose the wrong kind of bond to make space for the right ones.

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