The Virtual Bridge

"SOMETIMES A FEW SHORT CONVERSATIONS ARE ALL IT TAKES FOR THE COCOON OF ACQUAINTANCE TO ATTAIN METAMORPHOSIS INTO THE WINGED BEAUTY OF FRIENDSHIP." 

were upcoming writers making baby steps into the world of Freelancing. The world of Social Media was up for grabs in the testing times of global health catastrophe. By chance or through mutual contacts, they got connected to each other's online social networks. 
The first impression was mutual respect, eagerness to learn from one another, and progress in their path. Both of them had a light-hearted perspective on life and preferred going with the flow of things. 

They liked engaging in each other's posts and content. Payal was eager to learn from Rahul, and she always shot questions and requested feedbacks ranging from her work to even her display picture. 
Rahul loved the fact that she looked up to him in getting things clarified. He was happy and willing to help and guide her in any way he can, to the best of his limited knowledge. 

I was confirming that you're not talking to a t.'stranger", was Rahul's reply. But Rahul could not see Payal's DP. He guessed l'that she only wanted his WhatsApp number for :feedback alone and nothing else. Out of impulse, he deleted Payal's number. 
In a few minutes, Payal asked, "Why can't I see your DP??? Did you delete my number?? " 

who was misbehaving by attempting to flirt with me..." 
Rahul felt bad for her. "I misunderstood you, sorry Payal." He added back her number. 

The Virtual Bridge of Comraderie took shape from that very moment. In an era where emotions and relations are short-lived and fragile, who can predict how long the virtual bridge will last? Let time decide...