The Day I Met Her

Before starting the story the I would like to tell you that my name is Prachi
And I'm a Very Very Very... Crazy Fangirl Of DIVYANKA TRIPATHI DAHIYA
And I don't feel there is any need to explain who SHE is.
HER name itself is enough.
And also, if I start explaining who SHE is, this story would just never end.

This story, I wrote is basically about the events that occured, before I actually met the LADY Herself.

A Famous Hindi Movie Dialogue Would Explain My Situation Better.
"ईतनी शिद्दत से मैंने तुम्हें पाने की कोशिश की है।
के हर जर्रे जर्रे ने मुझे तुमसे मिलने की साजिश की है।।"

I won't waste more time explaining things. And here begins the journey Of meeting MY LADY LOVE .

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7 OCTOBER, 2018

It was Sunday morning. And being the normal person I am, I was sleeping my ass off till, at around 9'o clock, my Father woke me up saying,
' Prachi, uth jaa. Aaj ke paper mein likha hai, ke Teri Divyanka Nagpur aa rahi!'

I'm sure, if you know me, You would think, I might have ran to newspaper to see if it's true. But I didn't.

And I tell you, that's normal. It's basically because he knows, how HER name is enough to wake me up.

And I eventually woke up, within seconds, thinking his prank succeeded, since my sleep ran away listening just HER name.

So, I thought it was a prank,
But, I woke up.
I just didn't ran to the newspaper.

But what shocked me was, what my sister said next, watching the newspaper.
" Di, DIVYANKA sachme Garba Event ke liye Nagpur aa rahi hai. 'The Raaas' karke kuch naam hai event ka."

And I literally became a statue ( for how long I don't know) after listening that.

I slowly went to see the newspaper, thinking my sister is helping my Father in his prank and still hoping so badly that it's true.

And to my utter surprise, the newspaper had HER photo and I think some details, which I didn't even see, after looking at HER photo.

Boom, I ran to washroom.

I'm sure that sounds crazy.
But do you think it would look nice if I jumped and danced crazily, with newspaper in my hand?
And the crazy here is no normal crazy.