To all my girlies, who always wanted to experience a clumsy teenage love.
That falling in love for the first time, talking, blushing and smiling like a rhyme, looking around for each other in every corner of college. Him blushing after seeing you and still acting cool.
And oh! Those shy eyes and butterflies ; Realizing different feeling for the first time. Those pretty daydreams and silly smile ; Getting caught, then being teased by friends.
Those pinky promises meant to keep ; seeing each other happy, those feelings deep . Eye contact that make hearts skip a beat, those awkward hand touches and blush on the cheek.... Everything about it!
Uff! That innocent, cute, clumsy teenage love....
(❁´◡'❁)
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The ringing bells along with the devotees who wanted to start their day by chanting the name of their lord Krishna , echoed throughout the temple after the morning Arti ended. The temple was flanked by grand arches covered in marigold and jasmine garlands with their fragrance filling the air.
Amidst the bursting crowd of devotees, there stood an old lady draped in a light green saree with joining her palms and a gaze admiring the statue of idol with a serene smile.
" Here, mataji. " Pandit ji said, forwarding the arti thali as an old lady greeted him with a small smile, taking the blessings and silently asking her sacred wishes from the lord for her family's wellbeing.
" Where is Aadya bitiya, didn't she came? " Priest asked the old lady while handing her the prahad.
Taking the prashad from his hands, Sharda frowned as she looked hear and there around her trying to spot her granddaughter who was attending the arti a moment ago with her, " Where she went? Ahh, there she is! "
