Written by Soul is where most things begin and end with love. This is the story of a girl who may have loved me or just felt attracted to me. When I realized that someone was in love with me, how it took me to next level here is the story about it . Back in 8th grade, I was a mischievous, fun-loving, and often scolded boy at school. Everyone knew me as the most notorious kid in class. If anyone asked about me, they would say, “Him? He’s just disgusting.” And honestly, I didn’t mind. I was always lost in my own world, completely unaware of anything romantic. One day, our teacher decided to change the seating arrangement to minimize noise: two boys on one bench and two girls on the bench behind. I was paired with my quiet and hardworking friend, while behind us sat two girls—one of them was her. In the beginning, I didn’t pay much attention to them. My focus was on cracking jokes with my friend. But soon enough, we started talking to them too. I made jokes, they laughed, and slowly, we all became comfortable. She later told me that it was my carefree attitude and sense of humor that attracted her. Before I even noticed, the whole class had started whispering about us, hinting at something between her and me. I didn’t understand why until one day, her best friend came to me and said, “You know she likes you, right?” I was stunned, not because I had never been liked before, but because I couldn’t understand why she would fall for a guy like me. Feeling overwhelmed, I asked the teacher to change my seat, giving the excuse that I couldn’t see the blackboard. Even after moving, I could still feel her gaze on me. Sometimes, I’d turn around, only to find her looking at me with a soft, dreamy expression. The moment she realized I caught her, she would blush, smile shyly, and look down. It made me feel something I hadn’t felt before—a mix of excitement and confusion. Then came our mid-term camp—a three-day trip to a beautiful lakeside location with lotuses and a Ganesha temple. The place was serene, but being with her made it feel even more special. She took care of packing snacks and little things I might need during the camp. Even though the bag was mine, it was filled with her stuff—makeup kits, hats, and other essentials. I also had a small Android phone with a decent camera, and during the camp, I clicked random photos of friends. Somehow, my gallery ended up filled with her pictures. One evening after dinner, she came to me and whispered, “I need to tell you something. Can we talk in private?” My heart started racing. I managed to nod and followed her to a quiet spot. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage. Finally, she looked down and said softly, “I like you.” Then, without waiting for my response, she hugged me briefly and ran away.(How stupid I am , look I am blushing after while writing this story after 8 years). I stood there, speechless and completely taken aback. At that time, I wasn’t sure what I felt. I had a small crush on her, but it wasn’t love. I was still that immature boy living in my own world. After the 8th grade, I moved to my hometown for further studies, and we lost touch. Years later, when my classmates formed a WhatsApp group, she was there. By then, we had grown up, and those childhood feelings seemed distant and almost surreal. By sharing this story, I felt like I relived that innocent and beautiful phase of my life. Sometimes, we hold onto such memories because they remind us of who we were and how pure our feelings used to be. Platforms like ‘SoulSpeakStories’ give us the courage to express these emotions, to finally remove that little ‘not’ from our hesitation and let our stories flow. I truly enjoyed sharing this story with you all.
Written by shailesh
This story takes me back to my second year of college, a time when I decided to start working out. With newfound motivation, I joined a nearby gym, eager but clueless. On my first day, the trainer instructed me to begin with stretching. The problem? I had no idea how to do that. Just then, a girl walked into the gym and started stretching effortlessly. The trainer pointed at her and said, “Go and stretch with her.” Now, let me share a little secret—I’m an extremely shy person. Conversations, especially with girls, were something I instinctively avoided. So, you can imagine my hesitation. But somehow, I gathered my courage and followed the trainer’s instructions. That day, I made an unexpected friend. A female friend. It felt surreal, almost like a scene from a movie. Because of her, I found myself excited to go to the gym every day. We gradually became gym partners, working out together whenever possible. Then came a moment that completely caught me off guard. One day, after finishing her workout, she walked up to me and casually asked, “Can I have your number?” I froze. My brain shut down. No girl had ever asked me for my number before. Seeing my stunned expression, she chuckled and added, “What happened? Why are you just standing there? If you don’t want to give it, that’s okay…” Before she could finish her sentence, I blurted, “Why not? Of course, I’ll give it! It’s 9…3…5…6…”—and then my mind went blank. Panicking, I fumbled for my phone to look up my own number. Yes, I know, dumb move. But at that moment, I really didn’t know how to handle the situation. Somehow, I finally managed to give her my number, and she left with a smile. Days passed, and then suddenly, she stopped coming to the gym. Concerned, I called her. When she answered, her voice was softer than usual. “I had a bike accident,” she said. “My hand is broken.” That marked the end of our gym meetings. We lost touch, and life moved on. Until one day, out of nowhere, my phone rang. It was her. At that moment, I was in the college library, buried in books, preparing for my exams. I picked up the call, and she said, “Where are you? I’m at your department building. Can you come meet me?” Without hesitation, I replied, “Why not! Wait there, I’m coming.” When I met her, we fell into a long, deep conversation, catching up on everything we had missed. She mentioned she had some work with one of our faculty members, our math professor. We walked to meet her together, and after they finished their discussion, the professor looked at me and said, “Take care of her. Don’t leave her side.” I knew she said that because of her injury, but a small part of me couldn’t help but overthink it. We all know how people tend to jump to conclusions when they see a guy and a girl together. After our visit to the professor, we decided to go for ice cream. On our way there, her shoelace came undone. With one hand in a cast, she couldn’t tie it herself. Without thinking twice, I handed her my bag, knelt down, and tied her shoelace for her. It felt straight out of a movie. But not all movies have happy endings. We ate our ice cream, shared a few more laughs, and then she left for home. I returned to the library, back to my books, back to my routine. And from that day on, we never met again.
Written by Ritika Sharma
I had a Breakup Few Days Ago I never thought I’d be writing this, but here I am, pouring my heart out. A few weeks ago, I had a boyfriend who meant everything to me. He was my world, my best friend, my safe place. We were happy, or so I thought. But one silly fight changed everything. It started with something small—so small that I don’t even remember the reason now. But our egos got in the way. Neither of us wanted to say, “I’m sorry.” Words were exchanged, and before I knew it, we broke up. I thought he’d come back, or I’d find the courage to reach out. But neither of us did. Now, I’m stuck in this emptiness. Every day feels heavier than the last. I see him in everything—in the songs we used to listen to, in the streets we walked together, in the jokes that now feel hollow. I try to distract myself, but nothing works. My friends tell me to move on, but how do you move on when your heart refuses to let go? Sometimes I wonder if he misses me too. Does he think about me? Does he regret what happened? I don’t know, and it kills me inside. I want to hate him for leaving, but all I feel is this deep ache, this longing for what we had. I don’t know how long this pain will last. But for now, I’m just trying to survive each day. Writing this is my way of letting it out, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll feel whole again. – Ritika
Written by Ankush_Patil
Fun, Fasting, and Prasad: A Maha Shivratri Tale It was Maha Shivratri, and we three best friends—me, Shailesh, and Ujjwal—decided to visit Someshwar Mandir. The mandir was packed with a massive crowd, as everyone wanted to seek Lord Shiva’s blessings. We joined the line, which stretched endlessly, and ended up waiting for two long hours. While standing in the queue, we didn’t let boredom take over. We laughed, joked, and teased each other the entire time. Shailesh started narrating funny stories, and Ujjwal added his witty comments, leaving everyone around us smiling too. I was on a waterless fast that day, so my energy was running low, but their antics kept me going. When we finally reached the mandir for Shivji’s darshan, the moment felt surreal. After praying, Shailesh and Ujjwal saw the Maha-Prasad being served and couldn’t resist. They went straight for it like they hadn’t eaten in days! Watching them devour the prasad like two hungry beggars was the funniest thing ever. Meanwhile, I stood there, fasting, and gave them the “I’m judging you” look. They just laughed and continued eating. That day was filled with divine vibes, laughter, and unforgettable moments. Shivratri at Someshwar Mandir will always be special for us.
Written by Ankush_Patil
Three Friends, One Story I am Ankush, and this is the story of my two best friends, Shailesh and Ujjwal. We are not just friends; we are also roommates, sharing the same roof, food, and countless memories. Living together has been the best part of our lives. Shailesh is the responsible one, always making sure we don’t forget important things. Ujjwal, on the other hand, is the funny one, cracking jokes and making us laugh even on the worst days. And me? I love to write, so here I am, writing about our amazing friendship. Our days are full of fun and little fights. We cook together (sometimes burning food), stay up late talking about life, and support each other in every problem. Whenever one of us feels low, the other two are always there to cheer him up. Life with Shailesh and Ujjwal is never boring. We are not just friends; we are family. No matter where life takes us, our bond will always remain strong. This story of friendship is one that I will cherish forever.
Written by Ankush_Patil
The Silent Boy My name is Ankush. People say I am handsome and smart. They notice my looks, my calmness, my style. But no one notices the words I keep inside. I don’t talk much. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how. Words get stuck in my mind, and by the time I think of saying them, the moment is gone. So, I write. In this notebook, I write everything I wish I could say. I write about the people I want to talk to but can’t. I write about the jokes I think of but never share. I write about the feelings I have but never express. At college, people know me but don’t really know me. They smile at me, I smile back, but that’s all. No deep conversations, no real connections. I sit in class, knowing the answers but not raising my hand. I walk through the campus, wanting to join a group but choosing to sit alone. Today, a girl named Riya came up to me. She asked, “What are you writing?” I wanted to tell her everything. That I write because I can’t speak. That my words are trapped on paper, waiting for someone to read them. That I wish I could be like others, laughing, talking, sharing. But all I said was, “Just random stuff.” She smiled. “Can I read it?” I hesitated. No one had ever read my words before. But something about her made me want to share. Slowly, I pushed my notebook towards her. She read. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t judge. When she looked up, she simply said, “Your words are beautiful.” For the first time, I felt heard—without even speaking.
Written by Ritika Sharma
A New Friend on SoulSpeakStories I never expected to find a friend through my stories, but life is full of surprises. One day, I posted a piece on SoulSpeak Stories about dreams and struggles. A few hours later, I saw a comment: “Your story is beautiful. It feels real.” The comment was from Shailesh, a writer I had never spoken to before. Curious, I visited his profile and read his poems. His words carried deep emotions, just like my stories. I replied, “Thank you! I love your poems too.” That simple exchange turned into something more. We started reading each other’s work, sharing thoughts, and encouraging one another. Slowly, we became friends—not just as writers, but as people who understood each other through words