The silent girl may be or maybe not
There was a girl. She was always quiet.
Every day, I saw her. She came alone, sat on a bench, thought for some time, and then left.
I saw her daily, but I didn’t know why I was noticing her.
I didn’t even know if she ever looked at me.
One day, I walked near her.
I stood there for some time and asked,
"What is your name?"
She got a little nervous. After thinking for a second, she said her name.
After that, we started talking slowly.
Every day, we talked for 20 to 30 minutes. I liked talking to her.
One day, I asked her,
"Why do you always come alone? Where are your friends?"
She said nothing… and left.
After that, she never came again.
Few days later, I was walking on a road.
It was cloudy. Wind was blowing. It was about to rain.
Then I saw her again—standing under a tree.
I said,
"Hey! You are here! I saw you every day there. Why didn’t you come again?"
It felt like a movie moment. Rain started. Air was strong.
We talked a little.
I again asked her,
"Why did you always sit alone? Why no friends with you?"
This time, she answered.
She said:
“Before, I had many friends. One best friend also. But slowly everyone left. My best friend changed school. Other friends stopped talking. I was very attached to them. I loved them a lot.”
“When they left, I felt broken. So, I stopped talking to new people. I was scared. I didn’t want to feel that pain again. That’s why I stopped coming. Going to my cousin’s house was just an excuse.”
“I didn’t understand this—why people come and go. Why they leave. It made me sad.”
I listened quietly.
Then I said:
"Friends are not only for you, you are also for your friends.
This is not a sad memory. It is a happy memory.
People will come and go, but we should stay strong and happy."
But inside my heart, I thought—
> “I said these things to her… but maybe I don’t understand them myself......