Just when everything was finally beginning to make sense… the world suddenly stopped.
It started like a distant piece of news—something happening far away, something that didn't feel real at first. But slowly, that "news" turned into reality. A virus spread across countries, cities, homes… and before anyone could understand it, the entire world was under its shadow.
The time of corona had arrived.
Streets that were once full of life became silent. Schools were closed. Markets were shut. People were locked inside their homes. Hospitals were filled with fear and desperation. News channels showed long queues outside hospitals, people struggling for oxygen cylinders, families waiting helplessly, and a kind of panic that no one had ever seen before.
It wasn't just a disease… it was fear spreading faster than anything else.
For the first time, life felt uncertain.
Everything shifted online. Classes, work, communication—everything. But for Gunnu, this change was not easy.
Before this, she had never really used a smartphone. Life was simple, active, and full of movement. But now, suddenly, she had her own phone for studies. What was meant to be a tool for learning slowly turned into something else.
At first, it was exciting.
New apps. Online classes. Messages. Games.
Her brother also got access to their father's phone for classes. What started as a necessity soon became a habit… and then, slowly, an addiction.
They began spending more and more time on their screens.
Focus started slipping away.
Studies became secondary.
Everything felt like fun.
Among all this, online games became their favorite escape. Especially games like Free Fire. It was thrilling, fast, and strangely familiar. Somewhere, it reminded her of the stories she had heard… even the Jammu incident—but this time, everything was virtual. No real danger, just excitement.
They formed a small circle of friends, playing together, laughing, competing, losing track of time.
But there was one problem.
It was strictly not allowed at home.
So they learned something else too—how to hide.
They played quietly, making sure their parents didn't find out. The thrill wasn't just in the game anymore… it was also in not getting caught.
But the story wasn't just about screens.
Even during lockdown, they couldn't stay still.
They found ways to step out, to play outside, to feel free again—even if it meant breaking rules. In the army area, strict orders were given. No gatherings. Masks were necessary. Movement was restricted.
And then there was the CMP—Corps of Military Police.
Whenever they saw them coming, the children would quickly hide behind trees, bushes, or anywhere they could find. It felt like a game… a chase between rules and freedom.
They laughed, ran, and lived those moments like nothing could stop them.
But reality… was waiting.
Soon, things changed.
People around them started getting affected. Neighbors fell sick. The fear that once felt distant was now close—too close.
The laughter faded.
The movement stopped.
And this time, it wasn't just a rule… it was fear that kept them inside.
For the first time, the little girl felt something different.
Helplessness.
Confusion.
And somewhere deep inside… a silent fear.
But in that silence, she found something else too.
Faith.
At a very young age, she had always been connected to Lord Krishna—especially in his child form, Laddu Gopal. The innocence, the playfulness, the divine presence of a little god… it felt close to her heart.
And one day, without telling anyone…
She did something unexpected.
She wrote a letter.
A letter to God.
No one knew about it.
Not her parents. Not her brother. No one.
She sat quietly, took a piece of paper, and wrote everything she felt. Her fears, her confusion, her questions… and maybe even her wishes.
It wasn't a perfect letter.
It wasn't written with big words.
But it was pure.
It was real.
A small girl, in the middle of a global crisis, trying to talk to someone she believed was always listening.
She folded the paper carefully and placed it near Laddu Gopal.
As if she had just sent a message… to someone beyond this world.
Maybe it was faith.
Maybe it was hope.
Or maybe… it was the beginning of something deeper.
From that moment, something inside her changed.
She started believing—not blindly, not forcefully—but with a quiet trust that somewhere, somehow, things would be okay.
And strangely… some of the things she had written in that letter began to feel real.
Not magically.
Not instantly.
But slowly… in ways she couldn't explain.
That phase didn't just take away her routine, her focus, or her opportunities…
It gave her something else.
Something invisible.
Something strong.
But what she didn't know was…
This was not just a phase of pause.
It was a phase that was silently shaping her for something much bigger.
And the journey ahead…
Was about to test her in ways she had never imagined before.
What she had written in that letter… she never imagined anyone would ever read it. She had simply hidden it away, like a secret only she and God shared, believing it would remain there forever. An innocent mind, untouched by cleverness, unaware that nothing truly stays hidden for long. Because time… has its own way of bringing even the quietest truths into the light.
Sometimes, the words we write in our weakest moments carry the strongest truths.
That letter… it wasn't just a few lines written by a scared little girl. It was something more—something pure, something unfiltered. It wasn't written only for herself, but for everyone she cared about… maybe even for people she didn't know.
She didn't think before writing it. She didn't try to make it perfect. She just wrote what her heart felt in that moment—fear, hope, questions, and a silent prayer. There was no cleverness in it, no calculation, no "cleverness"… just innocence.
But what if those words held something deeper?
What if that letter wasn't just a message to God… but something that could touch others too?
And the most important question—
What exactly did she write in it?
Was it a wish?
A promise?
A fear she couldn't say out loud?
Or something that would one day change how people saw her?
She believed it would remain hidden forever. A small secret between her and the divine. Something no one else would ever know.
But life doesn't always keep secrets.
And sometimes… the words we try to hide the most are the ones that find their way out.
Maybe not today.
Maybe not tomorrow.
But one day… that letter will come into the light.
And when it does—
Will it bring comfort…
Or will it reveal something she was never ready to show the world?
Tell me what you think… what could be written in that letter?