Misunderstood Raghav
Some people are misunderstood because they hide. But some are misunderstood even when they’re right there sitting next to us, smiling, helping, showing up, just not in the way we expect them to. Raghav is that person in my group. And lately, I can’t keep quiet about how people are getting him all wrong. They think he’s too reserved, too distant, too hard to read. But you know what I see? A boy who feels more than he shows. A boy who cares more than he says. A boy who’s always aware but never loud about it. He’s the kind who remembers the smallest details like which subject makes you anxious or how your voice slightly drops when you’re tired. But instead of saying “are you okay?” a hundred times, he’ll quietly adjust the fan to your side or send you a reel to make you smile. No drama. Just soft, simple efforts that don’t scream for attention. But people want loud. They want performance. And Raghav isn’t that. He’s slow-burn comfort, not fireworks. He’s eye contact in silence, not a...