Once, I believed we were a constellation—rare, luminous, defying norms, a once-in-a-lifetime wonder. But now, I see we are merely city lights, flickering in the same tired patterns, dimmed by the smog of expectations, entanglements, and the echoes of others' voices. The extraordinary was only the ordinary in disguise—until the clock struck twelve. Or am I just being cynical? Is it too soon to let go of the fairytale?
Always wished my man would give me flowers. Never received any from the ones I seriously dated—at least none that I can recall. And then, finally, I did. In Thiruvannamalai, a string of jasmine garland, to be pinned onto my hair… at 4:30 AM on the last Sunday of October 2024, while awaiting the darshan of Arunachaleshwar. Gifted to me by my fiancé—the one I met 7 years ago, but with whom love (and the courage to admit it) blossomed only recently. It wasn’t just flowers; it was a long-awaited symbol of love, timing, and destiny. The Universe had been preparing me for this moment all along. ✨
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