A week passes by. I am busy thinking of ways to tell Kalindi how I feel about her. No good idea pops up and I feel so confused and frustrated. She is not a typical girl who we see in movies, neither am I.
Today in the middle of the night I suddenly wake up from my sleep. I think I got the idea but I'm not sure to what extent it'll work.
Next morning I make my mind, take a pen and paper, and start writing. The story is real, bloody real. It's about Kalindi. It's about me. It starts from the day I saw her in the mall, the way she influenced me, the way we became friends and the way she made me fall for her. Who else is a better story writer than the character himself? Kalindi says that the way I see everything is so beautiful and she's always fascinated by it. I hope the way I saw her will fascinate her too.
Her birthday is three months from today. I'll gift her my story titled 'Kalindi, I love you.... Reading it she herself will realise what she haven't given a thought to yet. And I strongly believe I'm the best for her.
Each word, each sentence I write, I start loving Kalindi more. I can feel the life on the tip of my pen. The power of writing, I realise, is something else.
Three months go by in a flash. I am completely indulged in writing. Yet we meet once or twice a week. Three days before her birthday I finish writing 'Kalindi, I love you...' Its 134 pages long. I am not one to brag but I'm really impressed with my writing when I finally read it completely. I take the DTP. We plan to meet on her birthday at Cafe Coffee Day. I know she'll expect a surprise from my side, but she won't ever expect something like this in her wildest dreams.
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Kalindi, I Love You...
عاطفيةNirav met Kalindi on the day he watched one of his favourite films. A meeting that would spark a beautiful friendship. Let's see where the journey takes them.
