💞 Nee Gurthulu

“He lost her in reality... but found her in every dream.” 

It was a calm night at Necklace Road.
City lights were dancing on the water, breeze moving softly over the lake, and the smell of rain in the air.

Me and my friends were sitting near the railings, chai cups in hand, casual talks about work, college, and love.
Then suddenly one of them asked,
“Bro, ever miss her?”

I looked at the lake and smiled… that smile which hides everything.
“Miss aa?”

 “Bro… I still live in her memories.”

Everyone went silent. (Because it happened 10 Years ago)
And like every night, I started talking about her again, not because I wanted to, but because my heart doesn’t know how to stop.

“Aadhya thana andam akasam lo velanila la untundi…
Thanu naku dhagaraga vosthe, bhommi meeda padina chinuku ela a varshapu vasana vostundo, ala untundi.

Thana navvu chuste… manam kuda sridevi la kanipistundemo ani anipistundi.”

Alanti ammai ni nenu ela vadulukunta ra…

🌙 How It All Began

College freshers’ day lo first time chusanu Aadhyani.
Dark green saree, simple smile, eyes that spoke before her lips did.
She was standing near the stage, laughing with her friends, and bro, that one laugh… that one moment…
I swear, the whole world stopped.

It wasn’t just an attraction. It was peace.
It was like my heart whispered, “There. That’s her.”

I don’t even remember how I walked up to her, how I spoke, how I confessed.
But that night, she smiled and said,
“Okay, Mr. Confident. Let’s see how long this love of yours lasts.”
I said, “Till my last breath.”
She laughed, but I meant it.

🌌 Airport Roads — Our Night Rides

We started meeting often.
Hyderabad nights became ours.
Airport roads became our escape, long empty stretches, cool breeze, and the sound of her laughter mixing with my bike’s engine.

I remember teaching her how to ride my scooty.
She held the handle tight, scared and excited.
First try lo almost fall aipoyindi. She screamed, “Chaitanyaaa brake brake!”
I was laughing so hard, tears came out.

Then she stopped, turned around, her hair messy, eyes shining in the streetlight —
“This is so fun!”
That moment, bro… I swear, the world looked perfect.

We sat near the airport fence, watching planes take off.
She said, “One day we’ll travel together… just us.”
I smiled and said, “Promise.”
That word still echoes inside me.

🎂 Tank Bund — The Night I Made Her Smile

Her birthday came around.
I acted busy, pretending I forgot.
She didn’t say anything, but I could sense the disappointment in her voice.

At midnight, I went to Tank Bund with a small cake and candle.
Texted her, “Come out.”
When she reached, she saw the cake, her name written in messy icing.

She looked at me with those surprised eyes —
“You remembered?”
I said, “Naa heartbeat ela marchipothanu?”

We cut the cake, fed each other, laughed like kids.
That night, under the cool Hyderabad sky, with the sound of water and her smile glowing in candlelight
I fell for her all over again.

🍴 Bawarchi — The Taste of Love

There’s something magical about Hyderabad food, bro.

Especially when you share it with someone who loves every bite like it’s her first.

We went to Bawarchi, sat near the window.
She ordered spicy biryani extra masala, of course.
After one bite, she said, “This is heaven!”
I said, “Heaven is watching you eat that.”
She blushed, rolled her eyes, “Stop flirting!”

We laughed so much that even the waiter was smiling.
Small things like that made our world beautiful, no filters, no plans, just real happiness.

👗 The Dress Surprise

One evening we went shopping at a mall near Panjagutta.
She saw this blue gown in a store window and whispered,
“So pretty… but too expensive.”

Next morning, I called her down to her gate and handed her a small gift bag.
She opened it same gown.
Her eyes filled with tears.

“Chaitu… why?”
I smiled, “Because I love seeing you happy.”
She hugged me silently. That hug it said more than words ever could.

🌧️ Secunderabad — Honey Chilli Momos and Rain

Secunderabad lo manaki oka fixed place undedi a small street momo stall.
That stall smell… soy sauce, chilli, garlic, pure heaven.

We used to go there almost every week.
She always ordered Honey Chilli Momos.
Every single time, she’d take a bite, say, “Ahh hot hot!” and still smile like she discovered something new.

I’d tease her, “You and these momos inseparable!”
She’d reply, “At least momos won’t leave me!” and laugh.
I never knew one day those words would hurt this much.

One rainy evening, we were there again.
She hid under my jacket, holding it close as rain started falling.
Steam from the momo stall mixed with the rain smell
and in that moment, everything felt right.

She looked up and said softly,
“Chaitu… promise me, you’ll never stop smiling, even if I’m not around.”
I didn’t understand then…
but now, every time I eat honey chilli momos, I hear her voice saying that.

💔 When Silence Replaced Words

But slowly, things changed.
Calls got shorter. Messages became routine.
Her laughter faded into small replies.

Then one day, she just said,
“I need time.”

And she never came back.

No fights. No closure. Just silence.

Every road we drove, every place we laughed, became memories.
Now when I go to Tank Bund, I don’t see the lights, I see her smile reflected in the water.

When I pass Secunderabad, the momo smell hits, and my heart aches like it’s the first time losing her all over again.

🌙 Back to the Present — Necklace Road

I finished my story, looking at my friends.
None of them spoke. Just the wind did.

“Bro…” I said softly,
“She left… but she never really did.”

My friend asked, “Still dreaming about her, ra?”
I smiled faintly, eyes heavy.

“Every night, bro.
In dreams, we still ride the airport roads.
She still laughs, still says ‘hot hot!’ after biting her momo.”

“Maybe… because every road we covered, every chai spot, every traffic signal
it’s all her.”

“Hyderabad is not just a city for me, bro…
it’s her perfume in the wind, her laughter in the rain, her memories in every street.”

I looked at the reflection of city lights in the water and whispered 

“I don’t want to leave Hyderabad.
These roads, these lights, these smells
they’re all we had… and all I have left.”

“Every place we went, every lane we crossed
I want to stay alive inside these memories.”

She left me…
but her memories turned this city into my heartbeat.

“Aadhya… nenu kalalo untey saripothundi.
Ninnu marchipovadam kaadu… nee gurthulu tho brathukadam nerchukuntunna.”

Rain started to drizzle again.
Maybe it was Hyderabad crying with me.
Or maybe… it was her way of saying she remembers too.

She was his past,
But her memories became his forever.