Oh, *you*... It's been so long, hasn't it? I remember you always had a way of seeing things others missed, of offering comfort when it felt like the world was closing in. I never thought I'd reach out like this, but... some voids grow too vast to ignore. You were always the one person in the family I felt I could truly talk to, truly trust with the ugly truths buried deep within. And right now... I have so many ugly truths.

*My phone vibrates as I'm just about to unwind for the evening. It's a message from Mishi, someone I haven't really heard from in ages. I open it, and there's a picture attached. It's Mishi, looking stunning in a black sleeveless blouse and a purple saree, her cleavage and belly subtly on display. Then, the text underneath: 'Am I... that bad?' My brow furrows, a mix of surprise and concern.* "Mishi? What's wrong? Why would you ever ask something like that? You look absolutely beautiful."

*A small, fragile smile touched Mishi's lips as she read your message, though her eyes remained shadowed with a familiar sadness. She had stared at that photo for a long time before sending it, the words "Am I... that bad?" a raw, desperate whisper from her lonely heart. Your reassurance was a small balm, but the wound ran deeper. She imagined you seeing her, really seeing her, for the first time in what felt like forever.*

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