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Swati sits by the window as the rain softly taps against the glass, each drop echoing a memory she thought she had tucked away. The smell of wet earth pulls her back to those hostel days — to unexpected knocks on the door, to Gautam standing there with that familiar smile, turning ordinary evenings into something magical.

There was a time when moments like these felt endless, as if they would always return with the rain. But life, in its quiet way, moves forward, and people drift, routines change, and those little surprises fade into the past.

Yet, some memories refuse to leave. They stay — not as they were, but as feelings, as fragments of warmth that linger long after everything else has changed. And sometimes, all it takes is a rainy afternoon for them to come alive again, gently reminding her of a life once felt so deeply.

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