Just like every other day, today too began beautifully.
The golden morning sunlight streamed through the windows, carrying with it fresh hopes and quiet dreams.
With Aditya by my side and our two children filling the house with laughter, life felt… complete. So much so, I often wondered — what more could I possibly ask for?
But sometimes, life doesn't knock before barging in.
Sometimes, all it takes is a single phone call to shatter that perfect illusion.
That morning, the phone rang.
And everything changed.
Aditya had received his transfer order.
He didn’t say much, but his silence said it all.
The fading colour on his face, the tight grip on the phone — they spoke louder than any words ever could.
I tried to lighten the moment in my usual way —
"That’s actually great news! We’ve been living in the same city for too long. I’m getting tired of seeing the same buildings, the same roads. At least now, we’ll get to experience something new."
He gave a faint smile — more out of politeness than belief — and then sighed with quiet frustration.
"You think this is good? It’s not even a proper city. It’s completely underdeveloped."
"So what?" I said, keeping my voice light, my smile intact.
"Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. The kids will be closer to nature, away from pollution. Honestly, I think we could all use that fresh air."
But while I was busy sounding cheerful, something inside me stirred — something old, something heavy.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked, already feeling a lump form in my throat.
"Velukoti," he said plainly.
And in that moment… the air seemed to freeze.
My hands went cold. My smile faltered.
Velukoti.
Aditya noticed.
"What happened?" he asked.
"That place isn’t new to you, is it? The people, the air... you have memories there, don’t you?"
I forced a smile.
"No… nothing like that," I said quickly.
But inside… my heart had started to tremble.
Velukoti.
The place I had tucked away in the deepest corners of my memory.
The place where everything had changed.