Woh tha... and I was like, is this my Yash Raj moment?
(A love story between my eyes and a man who didn’t even see me.)
It was a regular evening.
Like very regular.
Sweaty Chennai traffic, thoda breeze, and me walking like it’s my ramp show ... red kurti flowing, chikankari pants swaying, dupatta doing its own aerial stunts.
Phone pe I was on call with my best friend, doing my usual chappad-chappad...
And then…
Bullet ki awaaz.
Cue dramatic silence.
Zoom in on my face.
Background music: “Maula mere maulaaa…”
Woh tha.
Haan. Woh.
Airforce uniform mein.
Bullet pe.
Hero-type entrance.
Camera mere dil tak zoom kar gaya.
I swear mujhe laga kisi ne pause kar diya duniya ko.
Log still chal rahe the but I?
Frozen. Like Gulab Jamun in the fridge.
He passed by. Majestic. Focused.
Like he had no idea ki ek ladki red kurti mein pighal rahi hai jaise Amul butter garmi mein.
Usne mujhe nahi dekha.
And I was like: excuse me?? hello?? sir?? this was YOUR SCENE TOO??
Kya kar rahe ho?? Look back?? Turn around?? Smile??
Nope.
Hero ne toh mujhe background prop samajh ke side kar diya.
And me??
Main full OTT heroine ban chuki thi.
Inside: heartbroken.
Outside: pretending like I’m talking about pani puri on the phone.
Bhai, naam nahi pata.
History nahi, chemistry toh chhodo ....physics bhi nahi pata.
But my brain: “You’re in love, bestie. This is fate.”
So ab woh sirf “woh” hai.
The man.
The myth.
The legend.
Jo har baar bina bole meri story ka silent heartbreak montage ban jaata hai.
Hayyoo rabbaaa
But y’know what?
Even if he didn’t look at me…
Even if main red kurti mein mujhe khud se hi pyaar ho gaya tha…
Uska hona? Iconic.
Mera reaction? Overdramatic.
Moment? CINEMA. 🎬💔
Kya pata… kisi aur janam mein woh mujhe dekhe.
Ya kam se kam… Instagram pe accidentally story dekh le.
Hope toh chhoti chhoti cheezon pe zinda hai, darling. 😌
...
Fade out:
Camera pans to the sky......
I walk ahead with “Kabira” playing in my head.
Red kurti still flying, confidence fake but steady.
Heart? Still stupid.
But look??? IMMACULATE.