Friendship
Borrowed Time
It was at the hospital café, somewhere between bland coffee and waiting room silence, that Noah first saw her. She was laughing — not the polite kind, but real, head-thrown-back laughter that made him pause in the middle of stirring sugar into his tea. In a place built on uncertainty, she looked like certainty.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
The Umbrella He Left
It started with rain. Not the soft kind that taps politely on rooftops. This was the kind that soaked you in seconds and made every step feel like walking through memories. Ava had forgotten her umbrella that morning. Life had been like that lately — scattered, soggy around the edges.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Love's Serendipity
The cafe on Elm Street always smelled of roasted beans and old books, a comforting aroma that usually made Maya smile. Today, however, a particularly persistent drizzle had turned her morning commute into a soggy, miserable affair, and her usual cheerful disposition was as waterlogged as her shoes. She clutched her lukewarm latte, seeking refuge in the farthest corner, hoping to melt into the worn upholstery and forget the world outside.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
