Just Another Day...💭
Kiruthi woke up before the sun. Not out of habit. Just because she liked the quiet. The house felt different in those early hours.
Still. Undisturbed. Like nothing expected anything from her yet.
She sat by the window with her laptop, scrolling through her research notes. Lines highlighted, thoughts half-written, ideas waiting to be shaped.
Work came easily to her.
Not because it was simple, but because it made sense.
Her phone buzzed beside her.
She glanced at it.
“You’re still not coming, right?”
It was him. Her cousin. The only one who asked without judging. The only one who cared enough to keep asking.
A small smile.
“Not now,” she typed. A pause.
Then
“Kiru… You’re wasting time there.”
She leaned back slightly, eyes drifting outside. Same street. Same walls. Same air she had grown up breathing.
She didn’t feel stuck.
“I’m okay here,” she replied. This time, the response was slower.
“I know. Just… think about it.”
She didn’t answer. Not because she didn’t care. But because she had already thought about it.
Many times.
She closed the chat and went back to her work. The morning moved quietly.
She watered the plants. Cleaned up a little. Made her breakfast without rushing.
No noise. No chaos. Just routine.
By noon, she stepped out. The sun was softer near the shore. The breeze carried the smell of salt and something familiar.
She walked without thinking much. Past small houses. Past people who knew her face but not her story.
That was enough.
At the shore, everything felt… real.
Men working. Boats lined unevenly. Voices rising and falling with the wind.
Life didn’t pretend here.
She stood there for a moment, just watching. Not searching.Not waiting.
Just… present.
A small boy ran past her, laughing loudly, almost tripping over his own steps.
“Careful,” she said automatically.
The boy turned, grinned, and ran faster. She shook her head, still smiling. There was no reason to smile. But she did.
She sat down after a while, letting the sand settle under her feet. No thoughts trying to escape. No questions asking for answers. Just a quiet mind. This was her life.
Simple.
Steady.
Not extraordinary.
Not lacking.
Just… hers.
She didn’t think about what was missing. Because at that moment. Nothing felt like it was.She stayed there for a while. Then got up and walked back.
Behind her, voices continued. Nets were being pulled. Someone called out for help.
She didn’t turn.
