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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 2 : When Yalini Noticed

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 2: When Yalini Noticed**


That bus ride changed something in me.  

Not just for me… but for someone else too.


Her name was **Yalini**.


Not everyone saw me stand up that day.  

But *she* did.


Back in college, I was always the background.  

I sat at the edge, ate alone, smiled rarely.  

Nobody noticed. Nobody asked.


But after that day… Yalini looked at me differently.


Her eyes didn’t just see me.  

They *searched* for something in me.


She once walked past my bench, stopped… then smiled.  

A small smile — but it hit me like thunder.


I didn’t know if it was kindness, or something more.  

All I knew was —  

For the first time in years, someone’s silence matched mine.


Later that evening, my mind kept spinning:


> “Did she see my pain?”  

> “Did she feel the change in me?”  

> “Was she just being nice… or did she *understand*?”


That night, I opened my diary again.  

And I wrote not about fear…


…but about *hope*.


Hope — that maybe, this unknown mind of mine…  

was no longer invisible.


And that maybe,  

just maybe…


My story had found its first reader.


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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