Echoes of Another Life
552 Words
The dreams didn’t stop. If anything, they became more vivid.
Maya would wake in the middle of the night, heart hammering, the taste of something ancient lingering on her tongue. The banyan tree was always there, standing tall under a dusky sky, its sprawling branches casting shadows over two figures. She could feel the warmth of a hand in hers, a whispered name on her lips—only to wake up before she could hear it.
She had never been the kind of person to believe in past lives. But this was different. This felt real.
Aarav noticed the change in her. She had always been the one with a ready smile, always teasing, always lighthearted. But lately, there was something distant in her eyes, as if she was looking for answers in places he couldn’t see.
One evening, as they sat by the sea at Worli Fort, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink, Maya finally told him everything.
“I think I knew you before this life, Aarav,” she said, her voice quiet but certain.
Aarav let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Maya, I love your imagination, but you know that’s crazy, right?”
She turned to him, her eyes searching his face. “Then why does it feel like I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve known you?”
Aarav had no answer. Because deep down, he felt it too.
The ease between them, the way they had clicked from the very beginning, the strange familiarity in her touch—it had always been there, unspoken but undeniable.
Maya exhaled, staring out at the waves. “I did some research,” she admitted. “About past lives, reincarnation. There’s this belief that souls who are deeply connected find their way back to each other, lifetime after lifetime.”
Aarav raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying we’re soulmates?”
She smiled faintly. “Is it really that impossible?”
He didn’t know. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. But he did know that no one had ever made him feel the way Maya did. No one had ever made the world seem as vibrant, as meaningful.
“Okay,” he said finally, turning to face her fully. “If this is real, if we really have lived another life together… how do we find out?”
Maya hesitated, biting her lip before responding. “There’s someone I found—a past-life regression therapist.” She glanced at him. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but… I need to know. And I want you to come with me.”
Aarav stared at her, conflicted. His logical side told him it was nonsense, a fantasy. But the part of him that had always felt inexplicably drawn to Maya—the part that knew her in ways he couldn’t explain—whispered something else.
“Okay,” he said, surprising even himself. “Let’s do it.”
Maya blinked, as if she hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. Then she smiled, and it was everything.
Aarav didn’t know what they would find, or if they would find anything at all. But as he looked into Maya’s eyes, he realized something.
Some stories weren’t meant to stay buried in time.
Some love stories refused to end.
- Writer
