Pilot: August 12, 2023 (Day 1)
Hey guys!
After much deliberations, discussions, delineation and decisions, finally I’m here! Quite late to the party but the good part is that I am here. Finally putting my words in sun! Hope they don’t get tanned! My apologies, guys. This is pilot, expect few PJs!
I am Rey, a 23 year old consultant plus reader plus amateur writer plus group joker plus life adviser plus social butterfly plus learner plus window shopper plus hopeless romantic plus Cancerian plus plus.
This is my attempt one to starting a weekly newsletter that sometimes puts a smile on your face, sometimes leaves you in deep thoughts and sometimes make you love yourself a little more. Maybe a lot more!
Today, I wanna remind you of your old lost/ found love. This is from my ‘notes’ app. Best read with coffee and cookies!
Lost (for good)/ Found (for good) love
I met a boy. Four years ago. Tall, Batman freak, die-hard football fan, drove an SUV, Nike shoes, spoiled brat. Perfectly my type, three years ago. A sure head-turner.
He was exactly like me. I think he was also a Cancerian. I am almost sure his birthday is on July 7. Damn, checked all the boxes! I used to plan my seating so that I can see him in my peripheral vision. Looking but not really looking. He was the highlight of my day. His were the cost classes he said once. Mine were also cost classes I guess since that’s the only time I got to see him. On alternate days. What a torture! He’s got that charm and chivalry around him. Could make you lose eye contact multiple times in a minute. Don’t expect me to look into those innocence-glazed, honey syrup doughnut eyes with bee-like perseverance. And he spoke in a baby-like voice, talked about how many things are Dharma Productions-type dramatic and syllabus. I used to hear him a lot, duh obviously! He could be murmuring some silly joke to his boys and I would be laughing like an idiot at the polar-opposite corner of the classroom. Syllabus discussions were the only time when he listened me. Like the only times when I got his attention on me. God, I was so silly to think that. He once asked me to send him solution to an accounting question. Oh how I wish that I were brave enough to say that I didn’t have his number. I did though. And that was it, the end. I had to study. I couldn’t afford him. That’s how we ended. We never existed. So, we ended in the situational setup. Not in mind. Everything reminded me of his clumsiness, unawareness, stupidity, brevity and my perplexity.
Fast forward to 2022, the plot changes. I went to give a scheduled test. I repeat that we had to schedule that one. And there, out of the bluest blue, I met him. Again. My world shifts. So we both scheduled the test on the same day, at the same damn time. Along with 500 others. But they are not him. He sat right behind me. Had a small talk - he was doing internship at some small firm. God, he hasn’t changed one bit. Ofcourse the charmer that he is, he played his cards to make me solve his test. I said I can’t guarantee shit. He said don’t worry we’ll cry together. Together. Such a charmer.
And, that was it. For real, this time. Found a love. Lost a love. One-sided love.
But even now, I don’t regret loving him one-sided. Rather proud that I loved him once. Have an epic story, that involves stalking his house too, to tell everyone. A sole-narrated tale. That ends in happiness. Because in all this process, I really did grow up. I am so much more confident now. Maybe little too much to happily say that ‘we’ were never really plausible. Too different worlds we live in. But atleast now I don’t feel that mine is any less exhilarating than his love fever.
All the love,
Rey