The Girl in Red Who Froze My World - Tale of Training Room

Training room lo atmosphere motham celebration tho nindipoyindi. Fresh jobs, new people, intro sessions, forced smiles, and filterless selfies. Andharu oka new beginning excitement lo navvuthunnaru. Kaani nenu? Oka corner lo kurchoni, na loneliness ni hoodie laga drape chesukunna vaadini. Job ochina kooda, na heart lo silence matrame vundi. “ Andari eyes lo dreams vunnayi, na eyes lo questions. Andari voices lo hope vundi, na voice lo matram oka echo. ” Boring training sessions, unknown faces, and words felt like background static. Anthey aa time lo, without any announcement, without any storm... She walked in. Not like the ones who try to be noticed, But like moonlight slipping through old window blinds on a lonely night — smooth, silent, and strangely sacred. Red top. Blue jeans. Hair loosely tied. No make-up drama, no attention-seeking aura. But she carried the grace of poetry and the stillness of a lake untouched by wind. “ She wasn’t just another face... She was a metaphor in moti...