The Girl from the Gali

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 wrote the final line:

“Even if you were never mine, you’ll always be my favorite fiction.”

And that was the last time I saw her.

She never returned.

And I never stopped walking down that lane.

Was she real? Or just a muse sent by fate?

Perhaps she was never meant to stay.

She came so someone could finally write something true.

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