28 January, 2011.
It was on this day that our story started, when you came running back from Andrews Ganj to Gargi college back in 2011.
Even though it’s been 8 years since the saga of our madness started, it still feels like yesterday.
And remembering those beautiful times, I cried a little less today..
The very memory of meeting that child who ordered two plates of veg chowmein along with two other dishes and a beverage for two people to consume in their very first meeting – is something that is going to stay with me for the rest of my life.
After all, it was the same child I fell in love with, eventually.
That kid in the mould of a 19-year-old who would steal ice-cream cones from me just to get clicked in the not-so-cool underpass routes in the heart of the city.
Not to mention his cutesy dimples and his antics that he ensured to use vicariously whenever he was with me.
A story straight out of a fairy tale – where the girl and the boy knew each other from before (4 years to be precise) but never really interacted.
And then on an unforgettable day like this, something magical happened – I first met him!
It will only be unfair if I skip mentioning that there were fireworks all above us – Not the metaphorical ones that we get to to read in every fine piece of poetry ever produced on Love – but there were fireworks, for real – with hues of pink, purple, and silver lighting up the heavens above.
Yes, we met in that crazy madness where people were being lathi-charged for illegally entering an all girls college during the two-day musical fest – Reverie – organized by its students union.
It’s about those days when Nadaan Parindey was none less than an anthem and Mohit Chouhan was a music sensation.
It is about those days when I Googled oxytocin for the very first time in my life, as I held on to that gush of emotions inside of me when he brushed past me. (The best part? He still doesn’t know it!)
It was about those moments when I had, for the first time, felt happiness (read: love) “differently”.
Saying that it was Pure Bliss will only ruin it. It was more, so much more, that even though the person who made me feel that way is now long gone, I am still compelled to write about it.
It was as if someone had enthused life in me.
It was the day when our story started, the very beginning of a beautiful journey…