Pranav_Kumar_Sappa

Surya is just a regular middle-class guy with small dreams and a soft heart. In school, he falls for Chandu a rowdy, bold girl who saves him once and steals his heart forever. But just when he gathers the courage to confess, she disappears. Later, he learns she died. His world falls apart. Years pass. In college, just when he begins to heal, he meets a girl who reminds him exactly of Chandu the way she walks, talks, even the attitude. For a moment, he thinks fate has given him a second chance. He falls again. But things don’t go as planned. That girl isn’t Chandu. And she’s hiding fears of her own. Caught between the memories of his past and the mess of his present, Surya decides to stop chasing love — and chase meaning instead. He takes the pain, the people, and the pieces of his life… and turns them into stories. Stories that one day make him the director he always dreamed of becoming.
This is a journey of first love, loss, and rediscovery — where not every goodbye is final, and not every love ends in heartbreak.

I Loved. I Lost. I Directed.

That evening, I climbed the terrace again.

Same steps. Same sky. But something felt different.

I wasn't carrying my pain tonight I was carrying surprise.

I looked up at that star, the one I named after Chandu.

"Did you see me today?" I whispered, smiling."I didn't run away. I didn't stay silent. I did something."

The star twinkled, and for a second, I felt like it nodded back.

Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I just wanted to believe someone was still watching over me.

After a moment of sky-talk, I came down, opened my notes, and revised everything from college.

Even if I missed a point, I'd Google it. Slowly, that "first bench boy" was becoming real.

And then—ting—WhatsApp buzzed.

A new group. Name?"Mass Bunking Batch 🤡🎬"

It hadn't even been two full days since we bonded. And these crazy people already made a group with emojis and a cringy name.

Pavan messaged first:"Tomorrow 10:30. First bench. Full attendance."

Vinod replied:"I'll come if someone brings samosas."

Deleted it. Then finally sent:"If no one brings food, at least bring your brains."

It felt nice to belong, even digitally.

The next morning at college, no one in the class.

I asked him, "Where are these people man?"

He replied, "It's just an prank man."

I felt like, "What a Shit!". How can someone do this type of pranks.

I was a typical First bench guy.

Midway through the class, an announcement came.

"There's a short film competition for the upcoming fest. Those interested can submit their entries."

The moment that got over, our 'PhD in cheating' legend Vicky jumped up like he heard the word "free biryani."

"Sir, where do we give names?" he asked, like he was auditioning right there.

A few more students raised hands.

Excitement was buzzing like a speaker on low battery.

I mean, yeah, I acted that one time for the seniors, but that wasn't me trying to become an actor. It was just a moment. A situation. This? A short film? Nah. I didn't feel like putting myself on a screen.

After class, I walked alone to the canteen. None of my group had come today.

My group? Yesterday night I felt it silly when they did.

Then I realized why B.Tech is different from others degrees.

I ate silently, scrolled through memes, and stared at the trees outside the window.

For a second, it felt like my junior college again.

And I silently prayed…Tomorrow, let them come back.Let the laughs return.

From Silence to Screenplays