“Some connections don’t begin with sparks. They begin with silence.”
The campus corridors buzzed with life.
Laughter echoed, footsteps shuffled, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the canteen wafted in the air. Students moved in every direction — chatting, hurrying, daydreaming... and some, like Krishiv, were completely lost in their own world.
With his earpods in, Krishiv was definitely one of those lost souls.
Hun te roz tainu chaahunde jaande
Tere husn 'te marde aseen roz
Ki kariye, sajjna, bol? (Sajjna)
Haaye, tere hi jho..
The music flowed through me like a dream. I smiled faintly, hands tucked in the pockets of my jeans as I strolled toward the auditorium— unaware of the figure walking right toward me until—
“Ouch!”
We bumped into each other. My ear pods flew out, tumbling to the floor.
“I'm sorry. I really am sorry.”
Her voice was soft, gentle — almost too pretty to be part of a college corridor.
I looked up.
A girl — cute, confused, and concerned — stared at me.
I quickly replied, “I’m sorry too. I was listening to a song and totally zoned out. Didn’t see you.”
We both crouched to gather our fallen ear pods. Our hands nearly brushed, and I couldn’t help but glance at her again.
I cleared my throat. “I’m Krishiv, by the way. Law department. First year.”
I extended my hand with a casual smile — not just for courtesy, but because... well, why not? Connections matter when you’re new.
She shook my hand, smiling. “Mayra. BBA department. Final year.”
“Oh wow… final year?” I grinned. “That makes you my senior.”
She chuckled. “Technically, yes. But don’t worry, I won’t rag you.”
“Good to know.” I laughed.
She glanced at her phone, then looked back at me. “Well, I’m in a bit of a hurry. See you around?”
I nodded, watching her walk away with that brief, magnetic smile still lingering in my head.
Then, as I slid my earpod back in—
“Diu… Diu… Hello? Diu?”
I froze.
This wasn’t my music.
A soft, innocent voice came through — airy and gentle, like a spring morning breeze.
And that’s when it hit me —
This isn’t my earpod.
I turned around.
Mayra had stopped too, staring at hers in confusion.
Our eyes met.
“Uh… I think we might’ve swapped buds,” I called out, holding it up.
She smiled as she walked back.
From the earpod still in my hand, the voice came again:
‘Diu, aapki awaaz nahi aa rahi.’
I swear… that voice had something in it — something soft and warm. It made me smile.
Was it even possible for someone to sound that peaceful?
I found myself staring just a second too long.
As she reached out, I started, “Your call—”
She interrupted gently, “It’s fine. That’s my little sister. She calls me ‘Diu’.”
“Ah. Got it.” I nodded.
Before I could say more, my phone buzzed.
“Sorry — gotta take this. See you later?”
“Sure,” she smiled.
I answered.
“Kidhar hai? Function start hone ko hai?” Bhai's voice boomed.
“Bhai, auditorium ke paas hi hoon. Aa raha hoon.”
“Jaldi aa.”
“Diu, kya ho gaya abhi? Kyun awaaz nahi aa rahi thi?”
Dhvani’s concerned voice returned through my actual ear pods.
“Woh… bud exchange ho gaya tha,” I muttered.
“Huh? Kya?”
“Chhodo. Tum batao kya hua?”
“They’re calling you to the auditorium.”
“Got it. I’m on my way.”
As I walked off, I found myself smiling at the unexpected encounter — the kind that leaves a subtle warmth behind, even in a brief exchange.
Just like that, Krishiv and Mayra headed toward the auditorium.
But before Mayra could reach, one of her professors called her to the staff room for assistance — and asked her to bring Dhvani and two to three more students along.
Meanwhile, Krishiv met Mayur backstage — right before their performance.
Yes — both of them were about to sing at the event.
All set to light up the stage, they walked out with confidence, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as their performance began.
Mayra and Dhvani, being part of the cultural club, weren’t keeping track of the performances — their focus was on organizing and decorating. They hadn’t even seen the final list.
They had no idea that Krishiv and Mayur were performing.
And despite being under the same roof...
Despite standing just steps apart...
Mayur and Mayra,
Krishiv and Dhvani
never crossed paths that evening.
They didn’t hear each other sing.
They didn’t know their lives were already slowly aligning…
In ways none of them could imagine.
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🎧 Swapped earpods. Silent sparks. Soft smiles.
Krishiv & Mayra didn’t hear each other sing, but destiny did.
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