Months went by, and the Akka Thambi in me yearned to break free. I started writing poetry, pouring my heart out onto paper. Aashi, being my closest friend, became my muse. I'd pen verses about her, about us, and about the love I couldn't confess.

Akka Thambi, a term used to address a younger brother or a close friend, but for me, it was a feeling that lingered in my heart for someone I couldn't express my love to. Her name was Aashi, and she was my best friend, my confidante, my everything.

"Akkachaa... Thambi," she whispered, her voice barely audible.