Days turned into weeks. The notes became their secret world. They talked about their favorite books, their fears, and their dreams. But they never met face-to-face.
One evening, a heavy storm broke out. Brishti was about to leave when she noticed a bright red umbrella leaning against the cafe door with a note attached: "It's pouring outside. Take this. I don't want you to get drenched. — Your Paper Friend."
Brishti took the umbrella and walked home, feeling like she was in a movie. The scent of sandalwood lingered on the handle. It felt familiar, like a memory she couldn't quite place.