A shape of you , a name of unknown

I had barely finished scribbling down these thoughts in my secret diary when the doorbell rang. It was Aakriti. Suddenly, my face turned beet red, and I began to sweat profusely. "What if she had read my mind?" I thought, "What if she knows about my unorthodox plan for spiritual lovemaking?"

As I opened the door, Aakriti's mischievous grin greeted me. "Hey, I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by. Want to hang out?"

My heart raced as I invited her in, trying to act as casual as possible. "Sure, why not!" I responded, hoping she wouldn't sense my anxiety.

We sat down on the couch, and she began to tell me about her day. I was having a hard time focusing on her words, as my mind kept drifting back to my diary, hidden just a few feet away in my bedroom. The more she spoke, the more I imagined her discovering my plan.

And then, as if reading my thoughts, Aakriti paused and asked, "Is everything okay? You seem a little... preoccupied."

I tried to play it cool, but my voice wavered as I responded, "Oh, it's nothing. Just a lot on my mind, I guess."

Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea. I blurted out, "Hey, have you ever tried meditation? I hear it's great for clearing the mind!"

Aakriti raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I've always wanted to try it. Do you know how to do it?"

"Well, I've been reading up on it, and I think I could give it a shot," I replied, my voice cracking a little. "How about we meditate together, right here, right now?"

She agreed, and we sat on the floor, facing each other with our legs crossed. As we closed our eyes and focused on our breath, I couldn't help but think about my elaborate plan. My cheeks flushed again, and I worried that Aakriti could sense my thoughts.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked, startled.

"I'm sorry," she said, still chuckling. "It's just that I can't help but imagine us trying to meditate in some crazy position, like me sitting on your lap or something."

My face turned an even deeper shade of red. Had she somehow read my diary? Or was it just a bizarre coincidence?

Trying to hide my embarrassment, I joined her laughter. "Yeah, that would be pretty ridiculous, wouldn't it?"

As we continued to laugh, I felt a weight lift off my chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that Aakriti and I could explore our connection in an unconventional way. And even if we couldn't, at least we could share a good laugh together.