Vaibhav

There is a kind of person who notices the wrong things. Not the chandelier. Not the crowd. But the silence between two people — and how it says everything.

I am that person.

I find love in the things most people scroll past. In a lingering glance. In a hand reaching out — not out of fear, but habit. In a quiet moment under a sky full of stars, standing beside someone you love, with nothing left to say.

That stillness. That moment you wish you could hold forever.
That is what I write about.

By profession, I am an engineer. But somewhere along the way, I started noticing people more than anything else. Eyes became my favourite language — the one nobody teaches, yet everyone understands.

I listen for what isn’t said. And I write it down before it disappears.

My Heart Chronicles is my way of holding on to the feelings we’re afraid to lose. For the old souls. For the ones who feel deeply but speak softly.

For anyone who has ever thought —
I never want to forget this.

These are your feelings, finally finding their words.

— Vaibhav, who writes what the heart won’t say

Engineer by day  ·  Writer by heart  ·  Writing from Noida — feeling from everywhere