Keeping score

Ashwin Goyal

Feb 9, 2024 — 1 min read

He hid in a corner, eyes locked on her. No one saw him; he was a pro at hiding. He followed her everywhere — home, online, you name it. He knew her schedule by heart.

Her online life was an open book to him. Every post, friend add, and like, he saw it. He made knowing her his mission, waiting for the right moment to come out of the shadows. Time wasn’t an issue for him; he was in it for the long haul.

Then, one day, she slipped up. It was small to anyone else, but to him, it was the break he’d been waiting for. It was as if all his patience had finally paid off.

He didn’t hesitate. Coming out from his hiding spot, he approached her. This was it. He leaned in, triumph on his face, ready to say the words he had rehearsed in his mind countless times, “I told you so.”

Traveling luxuriously

"You've got to see this place," she bubbled into the phone. "There's a fridge in my room! And it's not just a little one—it actually has a separate section for freezing!" "Is that so?" "Yes, and

Belonging

The moment a stranger’s foot dared to cross their invisible line, the air instantly thickened with tension. An ominous hush fell over the group, a signal that the boundary had been breached. “Who’s there?” they’d call out, their voices cutting through the silence like a warning shot.