I met her on my first day at Infopark.
She wasn’t the kind who’d light up a room — she was the light. Coffee breaks turned into lunch walks, lunch walks turned into endless chats about music, rain, and how both of us hated Mondays.
Somewhere between shared umbrellas and those late-night “You still awake?” texts, I realized — I had fallen.
One monsoon evening, standing near the cafeteria glass wall watching the raindrops race, I told her. My hands were cold, my heart louder than the thunder outside.
She looked at me… and smiled.
Not the smile I wanted.
Just the soft, apologetic kind.
“You’re a good friend… but no.”
That was two years ago.
She left the company last year.
I still walk past the spot near the glass wall every day.
Still order her favorite cold coffee sometimes.
Still hear her laugh in the rain.
I’ve moved on… but not really.
Some love stories don’t end — they just stay unfinished, playing quietly in the background.
— Just another guy carrying memories in Infopark.
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