A Tragic Story of Anushka, Sparsh & Greesha.
Anushka was 17, full of life, laughter, and dreams. Living in the pink-hued city of Jaipur, she was the kind of girl who could light up a room with her smile. But behind that cheerful exterior lived someone quietly unraveling.
It was her final year of school, and while most Class 12 students around her focused on board exams, careers, or college entrances, Anushka’s mind often wandered to things far more complicated — matters of the heart.
Since Class 4, Anushka had been best friends with Sparsh and Greesha. The trio were legends in their school and even at their coaching center. They were always together — during school picnics, fest auditions, study groups — and were known for their unbeatable chemistry. People joked that if you ever needed a reminder of what true friendship looked like, you only had to look at the three of them.
But things had been changing, slowly, and Anushka had felt it in her gut for months. It started small — the way her heart would flutter when Sparsh called her name, or how she subconsciously smiled when he walked into a room. What scared her most was when she started noticing how much attention he gave to Greesha.
“Why does he always sit beside her?”
“Why does he offer Greesha his water bottle but never ask if I’m thirsty?”
She hated the thoughts, hated the way they pulled her deeper into jealousy. Yet, no matter how much she tried, the feelings only grew. Because the more she watched, the more convinced she became — Sparsh liked Greesha.
Greesha, the calm and composed one. Short, always neatly dressed, top of the class, and graceful even in the way she carried her books. She rarely talked about herself much, but her presence spoke louder than any words could. And Sparsh… he seemed to admire her. The way he’d wait for her outside tuition, how he’d tweak his schedule if Greesha couldn’t make it on time. None of it was obvious, but Anushka noticed it all.
She buried her feelings for months. Told herself it was just a silly crush. That she shouldn’t ruin what they had — a rare, pure friendship. But heartbreak can’t be managed like homework or school projects. It builds up like steam in a pressure cooker, and one night, without meaning to, it exploded.
That night, around 2:39 a.m., Anushka sat in her room, lights off, listening to a soft Lofi playlist on her phone. Something about the calm stirred a storm inside her. Her fingers, trembling slightly, wrote everything her heart had bottled up.
It was a long message. Not poetic or polished, just raw. She poured out her love for Sparsh, how she had hidden it for years. How difficult it had become to smile anymore when every glance between him and Greesha cut like a knife. How she envied their closeness and hated herself for feeling that way.
It was supposed to be a therapeutic message. Like a diary entry. Something she’d write, cry over, and then delete.
But fate had other plans.
She hit "send" by mistake.
To Greesha.
Her heart dropped. A jarring silence filled her dark room. Her throat went dry as reality hit her like a slap. She stared at the screen.
“Message Delivered.”
Panic surged through her body. She tried deleting it. But the blue tick had already appeared.
"Greesha had read it."
She didn’t sleep that night. Her mind played every bad scenario possible. What would Greesha think? That she was jealous? That she hated her? That she was trying to break their friendship?
But the real horror came in the morning.
There was no reply.
No emoji. No “hey, can we talk?”
Just... disappearance.
Greesha left the group chat by midnight. She didn’t attend school that day. Or the day after. Even in coaching, the seat beside Anushka remained painfully empty. When Anushka tried texting or calling, it was radio silence.
Then came the whispers.
People began talking. Someone must’ve overheard the trio was no longer speaking. Rumors began that Sparsh and Greesha had a falling out. Some said Greesha had left because of exam pressure. Some smarter ones guessed the truth.
Sparsh confronted her after class three days later.
“What the hell happened between you and Greesha? One day everything’s fine, and the next... she won’t even look at me.”
Anushka opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She didn’t know how to tell him. Not there, not in the middle of crowded corridors, not in that moment.
So she stayed quiet.
That silence said enough.
Later that evening, she tried to explain everything to Sparsh in person. How it was an accidental send. How she never meant any of it to go to Greesha. How scared she was of losing them both. Sparsh listened — at first calmly, but then his face changed.
“You assumed I liked her?” he asked, more hurt than angry. “Do you think I don’t care enough about our friendship to tell the truth?”
“I’m sorry…” Anushka whispered.
“I never liked Greesha that way,” he said softly. “But I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”
That sentence split her heart in half.
From that moment, everything changed. Coaching became awkward. School unbearable. People could feel the tension in the air, the palpable absence of shared laughter, inside jokes, and smiles.
Greesha never returned to their school. Her parents, worried about her spiraling mental state, had her transferred by the end of the month to her aunt’s place in Dehradun. She told no one. Just vanished.
Sparsh pulled away too. He stopped engaging with Anushka as much, avoiding conversations longer than small talk. The trio that breathed life into lunch breaks now felt like a ghost memory.
Weeks turned into months.
Anushka blamed herself every day. She wrote letters to Greesha — letters that bled regret, apology, love, desperation — but never sent them. She had no address. No response. That feeling of helplessness, of watching a beautiful bond rot away out of her own mistake, left her hollow.
Then came her 18th birthday.
She sat alone on her rooftop that morning, legs curled under a loose shawl, watching the pale Jaipur sky shift into gold. All her friends had already posted stories, called, texted. But the one person she hadn’t expected to hear from anymore… reached her.
There was a brown envelope in the post — no name, no return address. Inside was a thin handcrafted bracelet with tiny glass beads. The same bracelet she had given Greesha on her 16th birthday, after their inter-school debate victory. Along with it was a short folded note written in neat cursive.
•"You didn’t just send a message, Anushka.
•You sent away a friend.
• You wrote a story where we weren’t enough for each other.
• I just played the part you gave me."
Tears ran faster than she could wipe them.
The note wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t angry. It was just honest. And somehow, that hurt the most.
She held the bracelet close, the last weight of a lost friendship. For the first time in months, she let herself cry — not for Sparsh, not even for Greesha, but for three young hearts who were never taught that love and friendship could sometimes collide in silence.
Anushka never heard from Greesha again.
She and Sparsh walked separate paths after school. Polite smiles when their eyes met in public, but never that familiar warmth again.
Some messages are just words.
Others… they change your life.
This one ended a beautiful chapter.
All because it was sent to the wrong person.
END
~Greesha
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