Kala ghoda

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I visited one of the most beautiful events of the year, which happens every year since along time in Mumbai, which is located in Churchgate, the start of Mumbai. This was my second visit; the last time I visited was in 2019 with my ex, all our college classmates, and our teacher too. Today there wasn't much to see, and my sister warned me about it in the morning already, so I wasn't disappointed at all. I was prepared to be disheartened, thanks to her, so I enjoyed it anyway, and my other sister, "Trupti," joined me for the visit. She is 13/14; it was her first time visiting Kala Ghoda, and that will be one of our firsts. We vibe well, we love each other a lot, and it's been a long time since we spent quality time together, which we finally did. Clicking pictures, traveling together, buying accessories, and dinner at Bhagdadi (one of the best places to eat in Mumbai), although we didn't like the food there, "bade miyan" is a lot better. I taught her to buy tickets from KIOSK (the machine to buy tickets). We gossiped on the train about her bitchy friend; she finally left, and I never liked that girl for her. I can be a helicopter toxic sister internally, though I never push her, but I consistently keep asking and explaining. Recently, I have stopped this behavior. Finally, it happened, so that was good to know. I dressed up well. It's been long since I wanted to feel like a pretty doll, go to a good place, and dance my heart out. Except for dancing, I got to do everything, walking on Churchgate streets from Kala Ghoda to Bhagdadi, and we went window shopping at Souled Store, one of my favorite clothing brands that launches these cool 90s cartoon-printed clothes with comfort and style. I traveled by train at night while coming back home to Bhayander. Without the burden of disappointment caused by the pressure to be home soon. Life isn't the best, but it's better, and such days make it worth living. I met a girl on the train again; she seems like a potential friend. She stays in Vasai, and she is from another city. Let's see how far it goes, or maybe it doesn't. I met another friend of mine at night after this whole day of gym, outing, dinner, and travel. At 1 a.m., we both helped the new girl I met so she could hop on a train for Vasai with her luggage, and later we left for a walk in our area until 1.50 a.m., which was amazing. Clear skies, just a bright moon, few people on our streets. I was so happy with my outfit today. I looked so pretty, hot, and beautiful. I told him about my recent action, and now it's hitting me harder when I write it. I shouldn't be doing that because that's not me. Even if I am, I shouldn't be doing this; I can't be this person. I know it will be tough, but not impossible for me. Overall, it was a happily productive day. Thank you, God, for providing me with the power to socialize and be happy.

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