a man standing on a wet sidewalk looking at his cell phone

Nisar stands under a dim streetlamp at dawn, the quiet street bathed in soft orange hues. He scrolls through old messages on his phone, lost in thought, silently wondering if Ayesha will ever understand the words he never said. The scene shifts to a school rooftop at sunset, where Nisar sits alone, gazing over the city. Brief, bittersweet memories flash by—Ayesha’s laughter, their fleeting eye contact in the hallway. In the sunlit classroom, he watches her from afar, sketching her initials absentmindedly. Night falls, and Nisar walks through bustling city streets, neon lights reflecting his solitary path. His distorted reflection in a puddle mirrors the emptiness he feels without her. Under the rain, he stands motionless, memories blurring like the raindrops on his face—moments when he almost spoke, but didn’t. Finally, at an empty train station, he watches a train depart, symbolizing the chance he never took. His eyes, filled with silent longing, follow the fading lights. "Shayad ek din... tum samjhogi." The