Under the Same Sky

It was a quiet evening in a small village in India. The sun was setting, painting the sky with orange and pink colors. A young girl named Meera sat on the roof of her house, holding a letter close to her heart. She looked up at the sky and smiled softly. Somewhere far away, her heart belonged to someone who was looking at the same sky.

Meera had met Ayaan three years ago during a local festival. He was visiting from the city, and she was helping her father at the food stall. Ayaan had spilled tea on himself and laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling with joy. Meera had smiled shyly and offered him tissues. That small moment turned into long talks, shared dreams, and quiet promises.

Ayaan was everything Meera wasn’t. He was bold, loud, and full of city dreams. Meera was calm, soft-spoken, and loved the peace of her village. But somehow, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

After the festival ended, Ayaan had to go back to Mumbai. “I’ll write to you,” he said, holding her hand for the first time. “Every week. I promise.”

And he did. Every week, a letter came. Handwritten, full of stories, laughter, and longing. Meera kept them all in a wooden box under her bed. Her world became those letters. Her heart beat with every word he wrote.

They planned their future in those letters. A small house. Two children. A garden. Simple dreams, full of love.

But love, they say, is tested by time and distance.

One day, the letters stopped.

At first, Meera thought it was a delay. Then weeks passed. No letter. No phone call. Nothing.

She wrote to him again and again. She cried at night, hugging the old letters. Her heart ached in silence. Her parents said, “Forget him, Meera. He’s gone.”

But how could she forget someone who lived in every breath she took?

Months passed. Seasons changed. But Meera never gave up. Every evening, she sat on the roof and looked at the sky. “Are you looking at the sky too, Ayaan?” she would whisper. “Can you feel my love?”

One night, as the stars sparkled above, she felt a soft breeze on her face. It was as if the wind carried a whisper—"Wait."

She smiled through her tears. “I will,” she said to the sky. “I’ll wait.”

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Two years later

Meera had grown quieter. She still helped her father, still watered the plants, still looked at the sky. But her eyes no longer danced like before.

One evening, as she returned from the fields, she saw a man standing outside her house. He looked tired, his clothes dusty. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Ayaan?” she whispered.

He turned around, and it was him.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she ran to him. “Where were you?” she cried, hitting his chest softly. “Why didn’t you write? Why didn’t you come?”

He held her close, his voice shaking. “I had an accident, Meera. I was in a coma for many months. When I woke up, I didn’t remember anything. No name, no place, not even you.”

She looked at him with wide eyes.

“But one day,” he continued, “I saw the sky from my hospital window. And I felt something… a name, a feeling. Slowly, my memories came back. I remembered you. I remembered us.”

Meera hugged him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. “I waited. I never stopped.”

“I knew you would,” he said softly. “I looked at the sky every night, hoping you were doing the same.”

They sat on the roof that night, under a blanket of stars. No more words were needed. Their hearts spoke louder than voices.

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One year later

Meera and Ayaan were married under the open sky, just as they had once dreamed. Their house had a garden. Two dogs ran around happily. Laughter filled the air.

Every evening, they sat together on the roof, hand in hand, looking at the sky.

Because even when the world tries to tear people apart, the sky reminds us that love—true love—always finds its way back.

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Author’s Note:

Love doesn’t need big things. Sometimes, it just needs two hearts and one sky.

If you’ve ever loved someone far away, remember—you’re still under the same sky. ❤️