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 motion,

a calm hurricane, a pause in chaos.”

Tana smile lo oka softness undi. Adhi artificial kaadhu —

it was the kind of smile that made you feel like you’d found peace in a crowd.

Tana nadiche prati step lo rhythm undi,

like background score for a scene I never wanted to end.

She wasn’t trying to stand out,

kaani aa moment lo na world motham tana daggare freeze ayipoyindi.

“Aame thana pakkana unna andaritho maatladuthondi, kaani tana presence matram...

oka painting lo highlight color laga undi.”

She looked like someone written by the universe

when it was in love with its own imagination.

Like she didn't just enter the room —

she rewrote the silence in it.

“Konni faces ni choosthe manam feel avvadam kaadhu...

manam maripotam.”

First time chusina aa 10 seconds lo,

na mundu unna motham sadness... blur ayipoyindi.

Na thoughts motham mute ayyayi.

Na focus, only her.

Tana cheeks lo unde gentle glow,

eyes lo unde undefined stories,

and that little gesture of pushing hair behind her ear —

everything was art.

“She was not a girl...

She was an emotion I didn’t know I was missing.”

I didn’t fall in love.

I fell into a trance.

Oka silent, unexplained, unshakable moment.

Thanu alagey chusthu undali anipinchindi.

Nenu every second tana look follow chesthuney unna,

because I can't stop looking at her.

“She looked like a prayer...

and I looked at her like she was the answer.”

Aame na pain ni theesey ledu kani,

kaani tana oka glance tho na emptiness ni fill chesindi.

Na world lo light switch on ayyinattu anipinchindi.

Aa training room lo, first time,

nenu smile chesanu... inside.

And for the first time,

job kanna ekkuva excitement vachesindi,

just to see her again.

Na mind lo words raaledu,

kaani na heart lo oka prayer form ayyindi:

“Naku thana gurinchi em teliyadhu kani...

kaani fate, please oka chance ivvu.

Oka frame lo, oka second lo, nenu tana pakkana undaalani.”

“She wasn’t Miss Universe...

she was my universe in that one moment.”

📝 To be continued...