A Lot Like Moon & Stars | ✓

∞ - 1 | falling stars (bonus)

∞ - 1 | falling stars

" falling stars are the most selfless stars. they fall to make others' wish come true . . . "

03

WITH VIRAT I WAS HOME, and everywhere else—just a visitor.

So when he was out, I would spend my time writing or wondering about the list of the things I would want to do with him. I know it sounds so cliche, writing a bucket list before the ticking bomb attached to you explodes.

But unlike others, my list wasn't long. I think, I was satisfied by my life—I had done abseiling, pretended like a werewolf on a full moon night, get drunk and talked shit, kissed the person I truly loved, and so much more. I was content with the way my life was shaping with the occassional bumps and crevices.

What had ignited a year ago when Virat and I had fallen in love, continues to burn. Virat's love was like a circle of light for me, to this destructive supernova. I didn't want him to be the collateral damage. I wanted him to move on, and fall in love with someone else.

Everything in this world was selfish. Love was selfish too but in a selfless manner. You can do anything to make the person smile over and over again.

Virat always wants to make me smile. His love for me was a testament with no ends, an aria with the most melodious voice, a story with an ending which wasn't happy but not sad either. Whatever we had was more real than time, more real than death, more real than any other world.

Everyone romanticised the sun and the moon, but Virat and my story resembled those of the the moon and the stars. I wasn't the only one in Virat's life. 

At least, I hoped so.

I hear a shuffle on the bed, and I snap my gaze towards the direction of the source of the noise, coming out of the spiral of my thoughts. I see Virat holding a crumpled paper in his hands, and I begin to fear it's the letter I had written for him at the hospital before my tumour ressection. 

"No Virat! You can't open that," I snap at him, knee-walking to the other side of the bed. Virat trots backwards, hiding the paper behind his back. "You can't read that now. It's a future resource, Virat."

"You look so sexy when you're angry," he speaks with a smile on his face, as he stares at me. My mouth opens widely agape, staring at him angrily and slightly huffing.

"You're being ridiculous, and give me back my letter. I've to hide it from you now." I tell him gruffly, trying to snatch it from his hands but he beats me to it in a dodgy manner. 

To distract Virat, I bite his nose, and he whimpers in pain. "You're such a gundi. Ruk, tere papa se complain karta hu main," he turned his face to his other side, slightly pouting. He looked adorable. "What did I do yaar? Fell in love with this gundi, huh." His hands are wringed together, a painful looking expression scrawled across his face which gently sloped with his features.

"God, you're such a drama queen." I laugh, shaking my head. "But my drama queen. Now, give me back my letter. Please." I bat my eyelashes, trying to appease him but in vain.

Virat jumps in three-sixty-degree so that his back faces me, opening the piece of paper. "Tara's Bucket List," he begins to read, and I facepalm. "Oh, this isn't the letter."

I jump on him to get back my list because it was much more personal than the letter. "Oh my God! Don't read it, otherwise I'm gonna kill you, bare-handed." I warn him but in vain.

I circle around him, finally facing him. He has a wild and playful smile on his face as he continues reading, "Wish number one. Get a tattoo. Oh, that's so... easy!"