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2AM Thoughts Of Hari
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It’s 2:00 AM again. The world is quiet, asleep. But inside me, it’s chaos. My chest feels heavy—like the air itself is pressing down on me. And in this stillness, Sudha… it’s only you. It’s always you. No matter how much time passes, no matter how many days turn into months and years, my mind always finds its way back to you. I’m lying on my bed, my arms wrapped around a lifeless pillow, pretending it’s you. But it’s not. Nothing is. No touch, no word, no warmth has come close to the comfort of your presence. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping maybe this time, sleep will bring you in my dreams. But all I get is this ache—this pain that doesn’t seem to fade, no matter how long I wait. I remember everything, Sudha. Every single second. Every stolen glance. The way your eyes looked into mine like they could see straight into my soul. The way your smile lit up even my darkest days. The way your voice made everything else in the world go quiet. You weren’t just someone I loved. You we...
Sudha Hari Loves Infinity Times
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Chapter 1 – Return to Roots The winter winds of New York had a rhythm of their own—fast, sharp, and unapologetic. I wrapped my scarf a little tighter and shoved my gloved hands deep into my coat pockets. The city was alive, as always—people rushing past, heads down, lost in their own worlds. Some were late for meetings, some chasing trains, some just trying to stay warm in the biting air. I walked quietly, my breath visible, mingling with the steam from the subway vents. My destination: the familiar green signboard of Starbucks at the corner of 7th Avenue. The bell above the door jingled as I entered, and warmth welcomed me in. The rich aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the air, a scent that felt like home in a city that rarely paused. I ordered my usual—caramel macchiato—and found a spot by the window. I took a slow sip, feeling the warmth seep into my chest, and let my eyes wander back to the street. New Yorkers walked like their lives depended on each step. Everyone had somewhe...