The Morning I Pretended I Was Fine (But Missed You Anyway)

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I sit near the window every morning,

acting like I’m here for the sunrise

but honestly—

I’m here because missing you has become

my unexpected full-time job.

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The sunlight walks in like it owns the place,

and I’m like,

“Great. Even the morning shows up before you.”

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My tea stares at me,

I stare back,

and we both know

we’re thinking about the same person.

(Yes, you. If you’re reading this,

take the hint.)

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I wrap my saree around me

like it’s emotional support fabric—

dramatic, silky, and very good at hiding feelings

I pretend I don’t have.

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Flowers outside bloom on time,

unlike some people I miss.

The birds sing their cute songs,

while I’m here trying not to double-text.

Growth is happening.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Like my WiFi.

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Some days I think I’m totally fine.

Other days I look at the sunlight and go,

“Wow, that glow used to be you.”

(Annoying, but true.)

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I miss you—

not in the sad-teary Bollywood way,

but in the

“can-you-please-teleport-here-so-I-stop-overthinking”

kind of way.

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And even though I pretend to be calm,

collected,

mysterious…

my heart has already done

a dramatic backflip

the moment your name crosses my mind.

.

So here I am—

collecting sunrises,

collecting feelings,

collecting proof that yes,

I miss you…

sweetly, stupidly,

and with all my quiet sarcasm.

—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

“Digital illustration of a woman in a pink silk saree sitting near a sunlit arched window, surrounded by vibrant bougainvillea and greenery, absorbing a calm morning atmosphere.”
Created with love — Rajeshwari

(Poem & Illustration ©Rajeshwari.

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I’m Rajeshwari💕a fashion illustrator by day, a writer at heart. While my illustrations tell stories through colors, textures, and designs, my words explore the tales that live in my mind and heart❤️. This is my little corner to weave both passions together, one sketch and one sentence at a time.🤍✨

11 thoughts on “The Morning I Pretended I Was Fine (But Missed You Anyway)

  1. Rajeshwari, this is beautifully heartfelt and so wonderfully you — the perfect mix of wit, longing, and that quiet strength wrapped in a saree. Your words truly glow, just like the sunrise you wait for. 💙

    1. Aww… this means so much to me Srikanth ji. 💙
      Thank you for seeing not just the words, but the emotion quietly woven between them. Your kindness truly feels like a gentle sunrise of its own. Grateful for your warmth and encouragement always. 🤍✨

  2. Rajeshwari ji… 🙏
    This is the true beauty of your writing, it never allows emotion to become heavy; instead, it seats it gently in the light.
    This piece is truly beautiful. The balance you have created between subtle humor, tender longing, and self-acceptance is what makes it distinctive.
    Lines like “emotional support fabric” and “WiFi-like growth” bring a soft smile, yet leave a quiet touch within the heart.
    This is not merely a poem about missing someone, but about living that feeling with grace and quiet dignity.
    Tender, vivid, and written straight from the heart.

    1. Vijay ji, I’m truly humbled by your beautiful and thoughtful words… thank you for reading so deeply between the lines. 🤍✨ It means a lot to know that the emotions didn’t feel heavy, but instead found a gentle space in the light just the way I hoped they would.🤍✨
      Encouragement like this reassures me that Nihshabd my small, quiet corner for heartfelt reflections is slowly reaching where it’s meant to.
      Grateful for your warmth and kindness always.🙏✨
      —Rajeshwari

    1. Aww, thank you so much 💙✨
      Your words truly mean a lot to me. I just try to write what my heart feels. I’m so happy it resonates with you so beautifully 🤍🤌✨

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