I was feeling better today. The pain in my hand had reduced, and I had slept nicely. I packed my bag and was ready for college.

Mom gave me a roti roll and said,

“Eat it on the way. Don’t skip breakfast.”

“Yes, mom.” I smiled and rushed out.

It was a fresh morning. The road was full of noise—horns, bikes, autos, people running late like me.

I was just walking near the traffic signal when I saw him.

Major Adhrit.

He was in his same military doctor uniform, standing near the corner. But this time, he wasn’t inside a hospital. He was outside, near the road.

An old man was trying to cross the street. The traffic was fast, and no one was stopping.

Without saying anything, Major Adhrit sir stepped forward, held the old man’s hand gently, and helped him cross.

My legs froze for a second.

He’s actually helping like that?

There was no camera. No people watching. Just him being kind.

He didn’t even notice me yet.

I smiled and started walking toward him.

Okay. Calm down, Voymika. Just say hi. Thank him again. Maybe talk for two minutes.

He was standing on the footpath now. Just a few steps away.

I was about to call out—

“Hey, excuse me—”

“VOYMIKA!”

Ugh.

I turned around.

Samar.

My classmate.

He was running from the other side with his bag half open and hair messy like always.

“Hey! You’re coming to college today? Where were you yesterday?” he asked.

I gave a tight smile. “Just some small health thing.”

He stood beside me and kept talking.

“We missed your jokes in class, yaar. Sharma sir was looking for you. You’re fine now?”

I looked over his shoulder.

Major sir was still there.

He walked away.

My heart dropped.

“No, no, no…” I whispered softly.

Samar kept talking.

“And listen, that event we’re planning? I added your name in the drama list. You’ll kill it—”

I wasn’t even hearing properly anymore.

I just watched Adhrit cross the road and disappear behind a white jeep.

Gone.

Again.

I felt a weird twist in my stomach. Like I had lost something small, but important.

“Okay, Samar. I’ll see you in class.” I said quickly and walked away fast.

He called out something, but I didn’t care.

I was frustrated.

I had waited so much to see him again. Practiced words in my head. Thought of saying thank you properly. Maybe ask his name again, just to hear it out loud.

But no.

Right moment. Wrong time.

That’s what life does sometimes.

I reached college and walked straight to the washroom. Stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself.

“You looked like a ghost,” I whispered.

I pulled out a lip balm, fixed my hair, and took a deep breath.

Okay. Chill.

He didn’t even say hi. Maybe it meant nothing.

But I didn’t like it.

I sat through my first lecture. Didn't hear a single word.

In the second class, my professor asked me a question.

“Voymika, what’s the answer to question number 3?”

I stood up and said,

“The army doctor didn’t even look at me—uh—I mean… sorry, ma’am. I didn’t hear the question.”

Everyone laughed.

I sat down, face burning.

What was happening to me?

I wasn't like this.

I was fun. Loud. Always joking. But now? I was daydreaming about a guy who didn’t even speak much.

A military doctor who probably forgot my name already.

And yet… I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

After class, I walked out with my bag and sat alone on the college lawn. The sun was warm, but my mood was off.

I opened my diary.

"Day 2:

Saw him again.

But he walked away.

Maybe next time.

Maybe never.

Why does it already feel like missing someone I barely know?"

I closed the diary.

Maybe I was just overthinking.

Or maybe… I had already started liking him a little.

What would you do, if you were voymika??