I woke up this morning carrying a heavy feeling.
Not because of work.
Not because I was tired.
But because I went to bed with one thought running through my mind—I had hurt my Pappa yesterday.
That feeling stayed with me the moment I opened my eyes.
I decided to skip the gym today.
More than anything else, I just wanted to talk to her.
A little later, my phone rang.
It was my Pappa.
I answered immediately.
Normally, I get to speak with her from the moment she starts walking from home until she reaches the office.
But today I woke up a little late, so by the time we connected, she had already begun her ride to work.
Even so, those few minutes were enough to brighten my morning.
We talked about the little things that had happened since yesterday, shared random gossip, laughed at silly topics, and simply enjoyed each other’s company.
For a while, yesterday’s sadness completely disappeared.
Just before she reached the office, she mentioned something.
Her college senior had messaged her again, asking if she’d like to go out with him.
The moment I heard that, a lot of thoughts rushed through my mind.
I have always believed that if someone repeatedly approaches you with intentions beyond friendship, it’s better not to encourage false hope.
I shared that feeling with her again.
She told me that she had politely replied and declined the invitation.
Even though I knew she had clearly said “no,” a part of me still wondered why she felt the need to reply at all.
Maybe it was my own insecurity speaking.
Maybe it was simply because I care deeply about her.
I didn’t want that conversation to become another argument, especially after everything that had happened yesterday.
So I chose not to continue the discussion.
Instead, I wished her a good day, and we ended the call when she reached the office.
After that, I went for breakfast before getting ready for work.
Today’s work started on a positive note.
The bug that had been troubling me since yesterday finally got fixed within an hour.
That small victory instantly lifted my mood.
As always, I found myself waiting for lunchtime.
Not because of the food.
Because lunchtime meant another conversation with my Pappa.
To my surprise, she called earlier than usual today.
We laughed, joked around, and spoke without any tension.
Just like that, all the overthinking from the morning quietly disappeared.
Sometimes, one genuine conversation is enough to change an entire day.
After the call, I had lunch.
Today’s menu was an Indian-style non-vegetarian meal.
After several days of eating lighter food, it honestly tasted amazing.
Sometimes all it takes is a good meal to remind you of home.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as I continued working.
Around 5:00 p.m. Dubai time, I found myself checking my phone every few minutes.
It had become my routine.
This is usually the time my Pappa leaves the office.
Today, however, she had some extra work and left about thirty minutes later than usual.
When she finally called, we started talking as we always do.
After a few minutes, she told me one of her colleagues was travelling with her.
She said she’d call me again after reaching the next stop.
I smiled and said, “Okay.”
After all, spending time with friends and colleagues is also part of life.
A little later, she called again.
This time we spoke more freely.
We laughed, shared stories from our day, and the conversation flowed naturally.
But somewhere in the back of my mind, the morning’s topic quietly returned.
I kept asking myself the same questions.
Was I overthinking?
Was I letting my fears speak louder than my trust?
The truth is, I trust my Pappa completely.
My concern has never been about trusting her.
It’s about not liking situations where someone approaches her with intentions beyond friendship.
She calmly explained that she had already delayed her reply by a day before responding politely.
Listening to her made me realize something.
Sometimes, two people can see the same situation very differently without either of them having bad intentions.
I wanted to continue the conversation and understand each other better.
But before we could, my office phone rang.
A major bug had been reported in the product I was working on.
I had no choice but to end the call.
I apologized to my Pappa and asked her to share her live location so I could make sure she reached home safely while I worked.
She simply smiled and said,
“It’s okay. Fix it slowly.”
Those four words somehow removed all my stress.
I returned to work and managed to fix the issue.
While checking her live location from time to time, I noticed she had been waiting near the road for her brother to pick her up.
By the time I messaged her asking how long she had been waiting, her brother had already arrived.
I smiled.
I told her,
“Have your dinner, take some rest, Pappa.”
She replied, and we wished each other a safe evening.
Back at work, I continued coding for a while longer.
As the hours passed, I slowly began missing her again.
The weekend was approaching.
And weekends are always a little different for us because we don’t get to talk as much.
Later that night, she texted me saying she was tired.
I immediately asked her to sleep early.
She reminded me to do the same.
I promised her I would eat dinner first and then head straight to bed.
Before ending our conversation, we exchanged our usual messages.
“Good night.”
“Love you.”
Those simple words somehow make every long day feel lighter.
After that, I went for dinner with my teammates.
Now, as I finish writing today’s diary, I’m about to watch a movie called Double Occupancy before finally going to sleep.
Thank you for reading another chapter of my everyday life.
I’ll be back tomorrow with another story, another memory, and hopefully a few more smiles to share.
Until then…
Good night. 🌙