India, April 6 -- Our thoughts are restless wanderers, creating narratives that often have more power than reality. We elaborate stories about relationships building intricate labyrinths of expectations that suffocate genuine connection

The morning light filtered through the cafe window, casting a soft golden hue on Roshni's hands as they trembled around her coffee cup. Memories flickered like old photographs, each one a fragment of a relationship lost and found, lost again. She remembered Rishabh - their first meeting was like a burst of unexpected summer, vibrant and full of promise. They had met at a small bookstore, his hand reaching for the same worn copy of Rumi's poetry.

Their conversation had begun there, a delicate thread of co...