Pooja, Somewhere Between Delhi and Bangalore There are some people we meet by accident, and some we meet because life quietly rearranges the stars until two unfamiliar names appear on the same page. And then there was you, Pooja. A name I first saw in a matrimony profile, just another name among many, until somehow it became a name my heart started remembering. You came from Delhi, I came from Bangalore, two cities with different skies, different stories, different roads beneath our feet. And yet somehow, between those two cities, there was a small road that led me to you. We met. We talked. We went on dates. A few ordinary evenings became extraordinary to me because you were there. A coffee was never just coffee. A conversation was never just conversation. Even the silence between our words sometimes felt like something I wanted to keep forever. I began noticing little things. The way you speak. The way you smile. The way your eyes change whe...