Mornings used to hit her like a truck, alarms blaring, nerves jangling, everything cranked up to eleven. Lately, though? It’s like someone finally found the volume knob and spun it down to a lazy hum. Not that the sun was suddenly pouring through the window like some cheesy movie, but the quiet had changed. Used to be the kind that pressed on her chest, made her feel boxed in. Now, it felt like an exhale, like space she could actually stretch out in.
Avyukta drifted down the school halls, her bag hanging by a thread on one shoulder, head tucked down, half-listening to her own thoughts. Sometimes the world around her felt like a swarm, everyone buzzing, talking, laughing, running for who-knows-what. But she’d carved out this weird little pocket of peace for herself, a force field, almost. It wasn’t about shutting people out; it was about letting herself in.
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