people often ask me how love feels like, i could simply answer them that the definition of love is different for everyone, not just for different stories but also for two people falling for each other, the perspectives for love can be so different t...
discovery of the year: i and siddharth have birthdate similarity, we were both born on alternate days, i was born on nineteenth of october while him on twentieth but in 2003. according to my analysis, 2004 was a leap year which means it had a day extra in february. if we add that one day in the calendar after twentieth in o three and count the days, it makes three sixty five until nineteenth in o four. according to which, i was born exactly a year after he did. just because of that extra day in feb my birth was early by a day on calendar or else i'd have had the same birthday. hence proved, i can celebrate my birthday on both this days. anyways i start celebrating since september twenty itself till october end, so i don't really care but sharing birthday with "HIM" is something else. also, he'll never forget my birthday, even if he forgets his own -evil smile.
kotadiyas are leaving tonight for jamnagar. i want to go with them too. it don't feel nice when he's not around, he's presence is like cocaine to me.
NEXT MORNING...
hmm... good morning sunshine. a morning without my sunshine. i just pray to the god to let me see him once more, just one last time before he leaves. i wanna hold him, if not in my arms atleast in my eyes. just can't get enough of this intoxicating wild eyed creature. something give him wings and glitters and a magic wand. ughh, i'm crying, i wanna see him one last time.
well it's my birthday again, i'm excited asf.
i wonder sometimes if my eighteenth birthday wish will come true or not.
the scene in front of me with dark brown furniture and white walls started fading and the golden light with bright purplish aesthetic appeared. this was my birthday wish dream, i've always wanted my eighteenth birthday to be celebrated just like eugene celebrated rapunzel's birthday.
locked in a tower for years and manipulated by her evil 'mother', the witch, rapunzel was a disney princess i related to so much, also her always cheerful, kinda over excited nature towards her life and future and her small interests like reading and drawing were my signature interests as well. the way it took her eighteen years of her life to actually discover her true self and to break all the boundaries gave me a hope that it's still not too late, maybe i haven't found myself yet but that does not mean i'm capable of. good things take time and i hope just like her, i would also spread love and positivity and wisdom and above all would be SOMEONE WORTH WAITING FOR. i want those long hair preserved in the ending tho, not that supernatural and perpetual as she had but i want those butt length black shiny hair, like how i used to have in my childhood. that kind of hair is nothing less of a magic.
i want someone to rescue me out me big house and from my 'dad' and help me discover who i am. someone like eugene, charming and witty and a bit lost in himself, someone i know my paren ts would not easily approve of but also somebody who has the capability to fuel up that earnestness in me and also most importantly, capable of binding my family together. ughh, dreams dreams dreams.
go back to reality little miss dreamer.
sid has a lot in common with eugene too...
oh boy, not again. as much as anybody else, i myself am also annoyed as hell from my thoughts from him but it's like gold dust. hmm...
don't worry dhvani pandya, out of anyone siddharth will never do that what eugene did for her.
that romantic day where he did every effort to make her feel like she's the queen today even if he was at stake of getting caught and being hanged by the soldiers. he took her out on the most romantic place and then those LANTERNS. and when i thought i was done with all the grateful moments, that KISS.
in my daydream, i was rapunzel and it's so obvious who my eugene would be. he came to my house, took me out on a date and on the streets of my favourite city, we kept riding my dad's motorcycle on not-too-busy roads of surat, the diamond city, the city where i fell in LOVE. YES, I LOVE HIM. I LOVE YOU SIDDHARTH and i'm never telling you this. he brought me back home when i was dressed in a purple corset gown with lavender details and a beautiful flower crown that my mommy gifted, my sisters walking me to my terrace and him doing the similar kinda lantern show for me. not enough yet! my man brought me a lantern on which it was written, 'be with me FOREVER'. that evening with all the subtle colours of love and growth with a yellow tint from those lanterns was everything i want on my eighteenth birthday.
"dhvani!"
teleported to reality at the speed of light, almost lost my consciousness.
'imma slap my ass for this', i deadass wasted more than an hour extra in the morning sleeping when it's already diwali. mama's gonna drown me with taunts, if she's not asleep lolz.
dreams are nice lately but when did i slept? ugh damn, too much confusion for morning, i better bath, dress up in my 'white anarkali kurta'. you're right, i'm a simp for anarkali kurta and those calm subtle colours.
well, he's gone. gone for good. now i can celebrate in peace. no need for that extra birthday candle.
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