They Never Met Each Other(Bhagabat Prasad Tripathy) Rohan was a young boy living in the bustling city of Delhi. From a very young age, he had developed
a deep love and appreciation for the rich heritage and culture of India. Whenever he would see
tourists walking around the streets of Delhi, he would stop and offer to show them around the city.
Over the years, he had gained a reputation as one of the best guides in the city, with a wealth of
knowledge about all the important historical and cultural landmarks. Anna, a young and adventurous
girl from a small town in Germany, had always been captivated by the allure of exploring different
countries, immersing herself in their architecture, cuisine, and traditions. Her insatiable wanderlust
led her to dream of embarking on a grand adventure to satisfy her craving for cultural exploration.
Anna stumbled upon an enchanting glimpse of India, a country steeped in rich diversity, culture, and
tradition. Overwhelmed by the mesmerizing images and stories, Anna knew she had to experience
India for herself. Unable to contain her excitement, Anna wasted no time and contacted her friend in
India for assistance in planning her dream trip. Her friend, knowing Anna's love for exploration,
recommended the best guide in Delhi named Rohan, who possessed an in-depth knowledge of
India's vast treasures. One fine day, she mustered the courage to dial an international number in
hopes of finding a friendly nature in Rohan who could guide her through her upcoming adventure.
Rohan, on the other side of the world, initially hesitated to answer the call, unsure of the unknown
number flashing on his screen. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to answer
the second time the phone rang. "Hello?" Rohan cautiously greeted.
"Hi there! My name is Anna," she replied warmly. "I hope I'm not bothering you. I came across your
contact while searching for someone in India who could help me plan my trip."
Intrigued by her introduction, Rohan's curiosity grew. He could sense Anna's enthusiasm in her voice
and immediately felt compelled to assist her in fulfilling her Indian adventure. As an avid traveller
himself, he knew the significance of visiting India after the monsoon season.
"Anna, you've made a wise decision by reaching out to me," Rohan responded cheerfully. "I suggest
you plan your trip after the monsoon ends. The rains usually subside by September, and you'll be
able to explore the country at its best. The landscapes will be lush green, the weather pleasant, and
you'll have a better chance of experiencing the festivals that take place during that time."
Anna was thrilled by Rohan's advice. She had been contemplating the best time to visit India, and his
suggestion resonated with her desires.
"That sounds perfect, Rohan! September it is," Anna exclaimed. "I've always wanted to experience
the vibrancy of Indian festivals. I can't wait to witness them first-hand." Little did he was very curious
to meet Anna and to help her to visit the whole India because Anna was her first international client
but he never expected that life will take an unexpected turn after meeting Anna.
Finally, the day arrived when she boarded a plane bound for the exotic land she had dreamt of
visiting for so long.
As fate would have it, Rohan was Anna’s tour guide during her 30-day stay in India. From the
moment they first laid eyes on each other, there was an inexplicable connection, a magnetic pull
that drew them together. Rohan's warm smile and genuine enthusiasm instantly put Anna at ease,
and she felt an instant connection to this charismatic young man who seemed to embody everything
she admired about India.
Over the course of their time together, Rohan and Anna embarked on a whirlwind journey across
the country, exploring ancient temples, bustling markets, and breath-taking landscapes. Each day brought them closer, as they shared stories, laughter, and unforgettable experiences. They
marvelled at the Taj Mahal's beauty, savoured street food in Mumbai, and danced to the rhythm of
traditional music in Rajasthan.
But as the days flew by, a bittersweet reality loomed over their blossoming relationship. Anna's
departure date was fast approaching, and they both knew that their time together was finite. The
imminent goodbye weighed heavily on their hearts, casting a shadow over their idyllic moments.
They never spoke of it directly, fearing that acknowledging the end would make it all too real.
On the final day of Anna's stay, they found themselves at a tranquil beach in Goa, watching the
sunset paint the sky with hues of gold and orange. The salty breeze carried their unspoken emotions,
intertwining with the crashing waves that echoed the turmoil within their souls. Time seemed to
stand still as they silently shared their last moments together, etching them into their memories
forever.
When the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, casting the world into darkness, they knew it was
time to part ways. Their hearts heavy with unspoken words, they bid each other a tearful goodbye,
their eyes mirroring the pain they felt deep within. As Anna boarded the plane back to Germany, she
couldn't shake the feeling that a piece of her would forever remain in India, entwined with the soul
of a boy she would never forget.
Years passed, and both Rohan and Anna pursued their separate paths in life. Rohan continued his
work as a tour guide, sharing his love for India with countless other visitors. Anna, driven by her
wanderlust, travelled to various corners of the world, collecting memories and experiences like
precious souvenirs.
But no matter how far they travelled or how many people they met, neither could escape the
lingering presence of that brief but profound connection they had shared. They often found
themselves reminiscing about those unforgettable 30 days, wondering what could have been if
circumstances had been different.
In a twist of fate, on a bustling street in Berlin, a guy was leading a group of tourists, his voice
echoing through the crowd. Anna, wandering through the city she now called home, stopped in her
tracks as she heard a familiar melody in the distance. She followed the sound, her heart pounding
with anticipation.
And there was a guy, standing in a small square, sharing anecdotes about the city's history. Their
eyes met, and time stood still once more (“That Guy is not Rohan but his Voice is exact same as
Rohan”). In that fleeting moment, Anna saw a reflection of the past, the echoes of a love that had
never fully blossomed. The crowd around them faded into the background as they locked eyes, the
unspoken words resurfacing in their hearts.
But destiny, ever unpredictable, seemed to have a different plan for them. A sudden commotion in
the crowd drew Anna's attention away, and when she looked back, that guy had vanished,
swallowed by the bustling city. It was as if their paths leaving them with a lifetime of unanswered
questions and lingering what-ifs.
And so, they carried on with their separate lives, forever haunted by the memories of a love that was
never fully realized. Rohan continued to guide countless tourists through the labyrinth of India's
wonders, always searching for a flicker of that connection he had once shared. Anna, forever markedby the ephemeral beauty of India and the boy who had stolen her heart, treasured the memories of
those 30 days, forever carrying them like a precious secret.
Years slipped by, but the memories of those 30 magical days never faded. Anna often found herself
standing by the window of her Berlin apartment, gazing at the distant horizon as if hoping to catch a
glimpse of something—someone—who once made her heart race. Rohan, too, found himself lost in
thought during quiet moments, wondering if he would ever cross paths with the girl who had left an
indelible mark on his soul.
One rainy evening, Anna sat in her favourite café in Berlin, a cosy nook with large windows that
overlooked the bustling street. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of her coffee cup as she
flipped through the pages of a travel journal filled with sketches and notes from her adventures. The
pages from her time in India were worn, the ink slightly smudged from the many times she had
revisited them.
As she stared at a sketch of the Taj Mahal, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She remembered
the warmth of Rohan's hand guiding her through the crowded streets of Delhi, the way his eyes lit
up when he spoke of his country’s history, and the quiet moments they shared watching sunsets
that seemed to stretch forever. Her heart ached with the weight of what could have been.
Meanwhile, Rohan was back in Delhi, navigating through another group of eager tourists. He had
grown accustomed to the rhythm of his life, but a part of him always felt incomplete. That night,
after returning home, he sat by his window overlooking the city’s twinkling lights. He pulled out a
small box from a drawer—inside were tiny mementos from his travels with Anna: a dried flower
from their trip to Jaipur, a ticket stub from the Taj Mahal, and a seashell from their last day in Goa.
As he held the seashell, a thought struck him. It had been years, and he knew that life had moved on
for both of them. But the pull of what they shared was too strong to ignore. On impulse, he opened
his laptop and began typing an email to Anna—the only form of contact he had left. His fingers
hesitated over the keyboard, the words in his heart struggling to find form.
Subject: A Whisper from India
Dear Anna,
I hope this email finds you well. It’s been years since we last spoke, yet it feels like only yesterday. I
find myself thinking about our time together—those 30 days that changed everything for me.
India has continued to enchant me, but I realize now that it’s the memories of exploring it with you
that make it truly special. I don’t know if this email will reach you or if you’ll even remember me, but
if you do, know that a piece of you remains here, in the heart of Delhi, and in the heart of a boy who
never quite let go.
If fate allows, I hope our paths cross again. Until then, take care and keep exploring.
Yours,
Rohan
Rohan pressed send and exhaled deeply, as though he had just released a part of his soul into the
vast, unseen web of connections. He knew the chances of a reply were slim, but it didn’t matter. The
email wasn’t just a message—it was a testament to the love he still carried, fragile yet enduring, like
the seashell from Goa.
Days turned into weeks, and Rohan found himself checking his inbox more frequently than usual.
Every time his phone buzzed with a notification, his heart leaped with anticipation, only to settle
back into the familiar ache of disappointment. No reply. No sign. Silence.
Anna, on the other side of the world, continued her life in Berlin, unaware of the heartfelt message
waiting for her in a digital space she no longer visited. Months before, overwhelmed by spam and
disconnected from her past, she had abandoned that email account, creating a new one without
informing anyone but close friends and family. Rohan’s email drifted in limbo, unseen and unread,
like a letter lost in the wind.
One evening, as the city of Berlin glowed under soft rain, Anna wandered through a local art
exhibition. The gallery walls were adorned with paintings and photographs from around the world.
One photograph, in particular, caught her attention—a vibrant image of the Taj Mahal at sunrise.
Her breath hitched as memories of India flooded back, vivid and bittersweet.
She remembered Rohan’s voice, calm yet passionate, as he described the monument's timeless
beauty. She could almost hear him again, feel the warmth of his presence, and see the way his eyes
lit up when he spoke of his homeland. A familiar ache settled in her chest—a longing for something
unfinished, something lost in time.
That night, unable to shake the wave of nostalgia, Anna pulled out her travel journal. As she flipped
through its pages, her fingers paused on a sketch she had drawn of Rohan’s silhouette against a
setting sun in Goa. Below it, she had written in delicate script: “Some moments are not meant to last
forever, but they leave an eternity within us.”
Meanwhile, back in Delhi, Rohan sat alone in his apartment, the box of mementos beside him. He
knew it was foolish to hold on to fragments of a love that never fully blossomed, yet he couldn't let
go. Every dried flower, every ticket stub, whispered stories of what once was and what could have
been.
As the days continued to pass, both Rohan and Anna found themselves drawn to the memories they
shared, even though they were unaware of each other's longing. They moved forward in life, but
always with a lingering sense of incompleteness—a love story left unfinished, a chapter left
unwritten.
One evening, as Rohan guided another group of tourists through the vibrant streets of Old Delhi, he
paused by a quiet corner where he and Anna had once shared laughter over cups of masala chai. The
world around him continued to buzz with life, but for a moment, he stood still, his heart heavy with
a familiar ache.
In Berlin, Anna watched the rain drizzle against her window, her heart mirroring the melancholy of
the evening. She wondered if Rohan ever thought of her, if he too carried the weight of their brief
but profound connection. She reached for her phone, contemplating searching for him online, but
something held her back—fear of disrupting a memory too precious to alter.
And so, they continued their lives, separated by continents and time zones, yet forever connected by
an invisible thread of love. Their story remained incomplete, like a song without an ending, a letter
without a reply, a love that lingered in the spaces between what was and what could have been.
Sometimes, love doesn’t find its conclusion. It exists in fragments, in memories, in the quiet
moments when two hearts, though apart, still beat for each other. And for Rohan and Anna, their
love became just that—a beautiful, unfinished symphony that echoed through time, reminding them
that some stories are meant to remain open-ended, leaving the world wondering what if...

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