Silence between two friends

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There was a time
when our words had no weight.

They traveled easily between us,
crossing borders that maps try to protect.

Two countries that history keeps apart,
yet somehow
a simple conversation ignored all of that.

Your name was Saify.
And my name was Ronit.

But those names never felt like labels of different sides.
They felt like two voices
finding a strange and unexpected friendship.
Most of our world lived inside a small screen.
A green icon.
Late-night messages.
The soft glow of WhatsApp conversations
that stretched longer than we planned.

We talked about everything.
Small things.
Daily things.
Sometimes completely useless things.
But also the big ones.

Religion.
Beliefs.
Cultures.
Questions that people are often afraid to ask.
And yet somehow
there was always respect.

Not the fragile kind
that breaks the moment two people disagree.
But the quiet kind
that listens.
You were from Pakistan.
I was from India.
But somewhere between those messages
that difference slowly stopped mattering.

You felt like a brother.
Not by blood.
Not by nationality.
Just by understanding.
And for a long time
that connection felt natural.

As if the world outside our conversation
was louder and more divided
than the one we had built.
But time has a strange way
of creating distance
without warning.
Sometimes it only takes
one misunderstanding.

One moment where words
lose their meaning.
And suddenly
the messages stop.
At first
it feels temporary.
You think,
maybe tomorrow.
Maybe next week.

But days quietly become months.
And the silence grows.
The strange thing about silence
between strangers
is that it feels normal.

But silence between friends
is heavy.
It carries memories
and unfinished conversations.
Sometimes I still remember
those long discussions.

About faith.
About cultures.
About how two people from different places
could still find common ground.
We did not agree on everything.

But we respected everything.
That was the real connection.
Now the silence remains.
Not angry.
Not bitter.
Just… quiet.

Like two people standing on different sides of a river,
still aware of each other
even if they no longer speak.

I do not know
if our conversations will ever return.
Life moves forward.
People change.
Paths become different.

But some connections
do not completely disappear.
They simply become quiet.
And maybe that is what remains between us now.
Not messages.
Not late-night debates.

Just a silent respect.
The kind that says
even if we no longer talk
what we shared was real.
And somewhere in this quiet space
between two friends,

between Ronit and Saify,

the silence itself
still remembers.

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