When Distance Starts to SpeakNot all distance is absence.Sometimes, it is a quiet test—of patience,of trust,of whether something real can existeven when it is not constantly held.The next evening felt different.Aarushi reached the bus stop at the usual time.Same place.Same railing.Same fading light.But Mira wasn’t there.She checked the time.Right time.She waited.Five minutes.Ten minutes.Her mind didn’t panic like before.But it noticed.That was enough.Her phone buzzed.Mira:"I might be late today."Aarushi read it once.Then again.Aarushi:"Okay."Short reply.Simple.But behind it, her thoughts moved quietly—Why does it still matter this much?The sky slowly darkened.People came and left.Buses stopped, doors opened, doors closed, engines moved forward.Aarushi stayed.Not