#examhall
I was walking back to my seat
with nothing in my hands
but an exam waiting for answers,
a hall full of silence,
time counting itself in minutes and marks.
I stepped out only to leave my bag,
never knowing
something else was about to be written into me.
At the last bench
she stood -
not calling,
not trying,
just being.
The world kept ignoring beauty
like it always does,
but I failed…
my eyes found her
before my thoughts could look away.
Then it happened.
Her eyebrows lifted once,
softly, slowly,
like the moon
moving through a thin cloud.
No signal,
no intention,
just a quiet rise
carrying a small sacred happiness
that entered me
without sound.
Her eyes held a depth
no book had ever taught,
and her brows rested around them
like alankāra -
not decoration,
but completion.
I forgot where I was going,
forgot why I was walking,
time loosened its grip,
and the exam, the paper, the rules
faded somewhere far away.
I was not lost in confusion,
I was lost in clarity -
the kind that comes
when something true
stands before you.
She did nothing more.
She did not speak.
She did not smile.
Yet something in me
quietly came undone.
Because some moments
do not need to repeat
to last forever.
I reached my seat at last
carrying a strange new weight
no invigilator could ever take.
The paper was full of questions,
but my heart had already answered one -
even in a room built for judgment,
beauty can rise for a second
like the moon,
and leave a person
silently transformed!!!!
WORK FROM:
TO HER WHO ALREADY KNOWS!
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:33 AM UTC