Title: A Stranger in My Lines Every evening, I walk down that old lane — Dil Wali Gali. People see broken walls, tea stalls, and traffic. But I see magic. My name is Raghav — just a quiet boy with a notebook full of thoughts.And then one day, she walked past. A girl — simple white scarf, a couple of books, and eyes that held stories untold.She passed me by, not noticing. But I noticed everything.Her silence. Her steps. The way she looked at the sky.And just like that, she became the mystery in my life. I never talked to her. Never even tried.But every time she passed, I returned home and wrote like never before. "A stranger she may be, but her silence echoes through every word I write." She would walk with the calmness of a song, or stand for a second by the flower shop. Some days she looked tired. Some days she looked like a poem herself. I called her the Story Girl in my mind. My diary filled with her. Poems, pages, sketches — even her shadow got a story. One evening, I w...