I am no Chetan Bhagat and my story is not two states. Same state, two fat bongs but interesting.
P.S: Chetan Bhagat is trash by the way.
I was almost obsessively preoccupied with the idea that there is someone who could see you—the real you—and love you unconditionally. I wrote pages and pages filled with descriptions of my loneliness, my longing, and my daydreams of the person who would cure me of everything just by loving me. (Those pages do not exist. I wrote them and tore it off. Wrote it only to get things out of my head.) Falling in love, though, is much harder in practice than in theory.
And then I grew up.
How often do you find yourself with people who believe in you and support you in all ways they can? Not very often, right? So when I met this guy, Rohan or, as you guys might know him, puch/puchu/boo ( as I call him with all the love ), three years ago I had no idea we would come this far. So I wanted to dedicate this one story just for this sweet little child (pun not intended) I have in my life.
We are each other’s sidekicks when it comes to trying effed up things, this man is always up for any crazy shit that I wanna do. So as weird as I could get, and as I drunk I could get that particular day of October 2015, I met him, at my brother’s place. Now the weird part here is that he is my brother’s friend for the past 6 years back then and I never heard his name. So on this particular day of October and also it was Pujo, I met Rohan. I was sitting on the bed, enjoying a nice glass of monk and Bam! Sir enters. My first reaction: He is cute. And then my so-called ego hormone kicks in and I did nothing about him being cute. The night starts with usual drinks and he seemed to have a remote interest in the music that I was playing. Tell my brother – Bhai, kishob challache! ( I was playing I live my life for you by Firehouse that time). We did talk, indirectly, of course.
Well the after a few drinks and the night staying alive, we started talking and gaining a little interest in each other. I will simply jump on the next day without elaborating that night in which my brother got freakishly possessive about me being close to Rohan.
The next day started with a small talk about exchanging last night’s pictures of the party and that conversation took a friendly and funny turn and lasted for hours. So much so that my cell phone became a landline as it was constantly put for charge and I was chatting. Cutting it short, we spoke about anything and everything. And somewhere it felt right. So right that we went for a movie and dinner date the next day. I created some sort of random story to lie to my parents and went out with him. The humor here was that our first movie together was Pyaar ka Punchnama 2. What a kickstart to a new relationship! It ended with a nice dinner wherein he took me out to one of nicest restaurants in town. The following days after the date ended up in more talks and my thoughts becoming stronger and firmer and all the more concrete. I was never so sure about a guy.
However, our last meeting before I left for Delhi took a rough turn and things ended abruptly and I left for Delhi. The kid inside me obviously blocked him on ALL social media platforms. The next day after I boarded my flight, I unblocked him and there was a text from him in less than a microsecond! Nothing major, just ‘have a safe flight’ which bought a happy-sad smile on my face.
The same night I was back in Delhi, in my room and was binge watching. We started talking again. And this time for good, I guess. After all the last day drama in Kolkata and things having a rough patch, he asked me out, drunk. I did not believe him, obviously. The same thing happened the immediate next day and I finally gave in. And therefore, it started. My long-distance relationship from day 1 which ended up in this current, crazy roller coaster ride which is full of terrible ups and downs, happiness, and absolute madness. Those long-distance months were, of course, difficult but it sure made us strong. There were times when he ended up fighting so bad that things were about to end. But somehow or something kept us attached. After all that has happened, I believe whatever takes place in your place, actually happens for good.
I lost my innocence to him in a good way. I lost myself to him.
Whole lotta love,
Wildchild
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