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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 3: The Unspoken Fight

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 3: The Unspoken Fight**


Some fights happen with fists.  

Others… happen in silence.


After Yalini’s smile, something inside me softened.  

But outside… things didn’t get easier.


There was this one guy — **Kirthan**.  

He was loud. Confident. Always the center of attention.  

And he didn’t like people who didn’t clap for him.


One day in class, he cracked a joke about me.  

Not funny — just cruel.


The class laughed.


I didn’t.


Neither did Yalini.


But I didn’t respond.  

No shouting. No scene.  

I just looked at him… and held that silence.


The bell rang. Everyone left.  

I stayed behind, pretending to take notes.


Then I heard footsteps.  

Yalini.


She didn’t speak. Just sat next to me.  

And said one sentence:


> “You don’t have to fight out loud to be brave.”


I looked at her.  

For the first time, I felt *seen*.  

Not for how I looked. But for what I held inside.


That evening, Kirthan walked past me again — no insult this time.  

Just a glance… and he walked on.


It wasn’t fear.  

It was respect.


The kind that silence earns after it refuses to bend.


That day, I didn’t just win a fight.


I won a friend in Yalini.


And I won a piece of myself back.


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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