Chafa Tales - Stories that Bloom Like Chafa

she met him late.   Not in life but in the timeline of college - the second year, when bonds were already built and stories halfway written. But somehow, he found his peace chapter like he was always meant to show up halfway through. He liked her. Everyone could tell. So could she. And yet, on one of their earliest walks, she told him, "I am already in love with someone else." But that didn't scare him away. He stayed. With her. For her. Near her. He let her ride pillion on road trips through monsoons, even when her mood matched the rain. He waited after lectures, showed up before exams, listened more than he spoke. he made the city feel warmer, the hostels less lonely, and her life lighter. He made the chaos of college feel like comfort. They sat in a café full of books, but the real story was them. But sometimes, comfort attracts eyes, People whispered, assumed, judged. And their innocent friendship became a rumour neither of them wanted to sign up for. she got uncomf...

                            The first time she wrote, it wasn’t with the intention to be read.           It was to breathe. She didn’t know if the words were poems, confessions, or just paper hugs for lonely thoughts. But she knew one thing: they couldn’t stay locked in her notes app anymore. So she gave them a name; Chafa Tales. A name that smelled like early mornings, old memories, and unsaid feelings. A name that felt like her. This isn’t just a blog. It’s a voice for emotions that hide behind strong smiles. For the girl who feels too much and speaks too little. For the boy who reads in silence but remembers every line. These stories won’t change your world. But maybe… maybe they’ll sit beside you on days when your own thoughts are too loud. Welcome. To a world that blooms, one word at a time. – Nidhi (The girl behind the tales)