Weâve clicked zero photos, Motu
Not a single frame to freeze us in pixels,
No smiling selfie, no captured chai cup,
No picture to prove we were ever âus.â
But what is proof, when da soul remembers?
When da eyes hold stories no lens can capture,
When silences between us have said more
Than any caption ever could.
We are a friendship without filters,
A story written in whispers,
And not crafted for timelines
We are da invisible thread, Krishna tied
Without needing flash or filters.
We foughtâŠyes!!!
More than we shouldâve.
I donât know whose nazar passed over our bond
But I know itâs not stronger than what weâve built.
You say this equation is difficultâŠ
I agree.
But I also know da rarest bondsâŠ
Are never easy to explain,
They are only meant to be felt!!!
Motu, I might be flawed,
But my intentions, theyâre sacred.
Like temple bells at dawn,
Like verses whispered in Vrindavanâs breeze.
I didnât come to this course to find anyoneâŠ
But I found you!!!
And thatâs the twist in da story
My biggest gift wrapped in an unwanted journey.
So yes, weâve clicked zero photos.
But weâve lived a thousand moments.
Moments that breathe in my notebooks,
Moments tucked between lectures and lingering glances,
Moments scribbled in blue ink on your kurta,
Moments that feel more real than any frozen frame.
Ours is not a story for Instagram.
Itâs a sacred secret shared between
A boy who fumbled with words
And a girl who saw right through da silence.
And someday, when life scatters us like paper boats,
When people ask me⊠Do you have a photo of her?
Iâll smile softly and say,
No⊠but I have everything else.
By:- Kanishk Baghel