The carnival was so lovely that I couldn't express in simple words. Maybe Hardik's presence made it more special for me. Whatsoever, I didn't expect such a lively vibe in Lonavala's carnival.
We clicked pictures, tasted local delicacies, danced around to the beats of the drum circles and enjoyed the mini games in which obviously Hardik won again and again, and then lost a few to make me happy, and I understood that well, and that actually made me happy, because it showed that he cared for me, doesn't matter how much bad boy attitude he put on.
We were at the dreamcatcher workshop, making dreamcatchers, well, only I was making it and he was making faces as he wasn't understanding what to do.
This man doesn't know how to make a heart sign with hands and here he was trying to make a dreamcatcher. Of course that was a huge challenge for him.
I chuckled and showed him what to do, and he tied the strings in the proper pattern finally after two three attempts, and the smile on his face was precious. One thing I understood about Hardik is that he takes pleasure in every win of his life, be it small or big. He loves winning and he never lets his guards down unless the moment is too intense for him to handle.
I looked at him again after a while and found that our hands were moving in synchronisation and I wished that our lives would move in the same way too.
The instructor appreciated us as we were the first one to complete making the dreamcatchers and thankfully she didn't recognise Hardik as his hoodie almost fell of due to his excitement.
I adjusted it for him before we hung our dreamcatchers and stared at them."These are so pretty!"he exclaimed and I said,"of course they are. It's made with love and care after all. Anything made with love and care is beautiful, Hardu. Even, relationships."
He gave me a knowing look and we clicked pictures with our dreamcatchers before I kept those in my bag and we walked out of the tent.
"Now what?"he asked and I said,"painting workshop. Let's go."
"I love painting with Aggu,"he said and I said,"we will bring Agastya along, the next time."
"I wish,"he said and we walked hand in hand towards the painting workshop.
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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄|Hardik Pandya|Rishabh Pant
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