"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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~ 4 days later~
Everything is going just amazing. I found a person of my own for real. I and Shri chat for hours.We share literally our entire day's happenings. She, in just a little span of time became a wonderful part of my life.
She smiles at me, making my heart race. Her mere presence makes me feel lively and happy. Talking to her feels like heaven.
The moongdal ka halwa that she gave me. That delicacy. I licked my fingers while having that gem of a dish.
Well, that reminded me of the fact that the dabba is still with me. I have to return that. Wait.. We are not suppose to return the dabba khali right? Yeah. (Container empty)
I'll cook for her. Yeah. She did it for me last time.. This time I'll.
I quickly got up as the amazing idea stuck my mind. Pehle recipes dekhte hai. Kartik, par tu utha kyu??
(First let's see the recipes. But Kartik! Why did you got up?)
Arghh.. I again sat, rather laid on my bed and opened YouTube. As I started going through the recipes.. For two long hours. I finally finalised what all I'll be preparing. Now. I again got up, walking to the kitchen. I had to check that the items required were there or no.
As I checked, I realized, I didn't have few things. So I ordered them online.
And along with that, as I laid on the couch, I set my alarm for tomorrow as well. 4'clock. Yeah. Pehli baar khana banane wala hu. Woh bhi Meri Shri ke liye. I am soo excited. And soo very nervous. I was thinking and hoping that everything turns out to be good, as I again went through the saved videos.
(I am going to cook for the very first time. That to for my Shri.)
Just then, the bell rang, the delivery man was here. I took the items and walked inside after latching the door. Keeping the items in the kitchen. I went to rest.
Tomorrow's Monday. I'll be in the OPD tomorrow. I'll somehow make time. Settling on my bed, I texted her.
She had gone home. Yeah, she stays in hostel but goes home on the weekends
She told me that. She misses home. And I could not relate. Because I never missed my home. Okay, maybe I did, when Aajoba was alive. But after his demise, I never had a home as such. The one in Delhi, where mumma- baba lives, never felt like a home. It's just that it never felt like home.And I never felt like returning back.
(Aajoba-Grandfather)
Leave that. Atleast it's not the same with her. She toh, in her words survive the week with the motivation that she'll be going home on Saturday. I had chuckled when she told me this. The same things can be soo different for different people haina?
