Dear Diary,
Scream. Scream. URGH, URGH. I HATE BOYS. Seriously hate them. Why you wonder? Let me tell you. Today, like we do every year, Surbhi Didi and I were throwing our joint birthday party. SurbhiDi's birthday falls a day after mine but she was born 354 days before me hence the Di. Anyway, each year we take turns to host our joint party and today it was SurbhiDi's turn.
As I said I was gonna do, I wore my brand new yellow dress, my matching platforms from Bhai and a new shade of cherry red lippy. My long hair was loose and falling down my back in a cascade of ringlets. I looked particularly good if I may say so myself. SurbhiDi's house is just across the road and 3 doors away but I set off early to help with the set up for the party. Unusual for Jaipur for this time of year, we had had a heavy downpour of rain some 30 minutes before and there were still puddles of water everywhere. So, I was taking particular care not to step into one but still I was daydreaming of myself on the red carpet (with Ranbir Kapoor at my side) at the premiere of my first but one of many blockbuster movies. The next thing I hear, some oaf of a boy is screaming,
"Hey Girlie!!! Hey Airhead!!! Watch out!!!!" Then a great big curtain of dirty brown water fell over me and drenched me from top to bottom. I had been so lost in my daydream so much so I hadn't noticed the car being driven by some other stupid speeding maniac of a boy. The boy had deliberately accelerated straight through a puddle so that it rose up as a wave that fell all over me. The occupants of the car just laughed and drove off without stopping but I was less angry with them than with the boy who called out the warning in the first place. Diary dearest, he called me 'Girlie' and an 'Airhead' then most hurtful, he laughed at me. I was standing there soaking wet with what felt like a lake of water all over me and he was practically falling all over himself with laughter. One boy nearly drowned me with water and the other drowned me with his laughter. Urgh. BOYS. HATE THEM.
I had to come home, shower and change which meant I was late for my own birthday party.
LATER
Ok. Ok. Small concession. The guy who shouted out the warning was really quite nice. When he finished laughing, he came over and offered me his very soft, very clean handkerchief to dry myself and even delivered some filmy dialogue that I can't recall exactly. Something about how it was inevitable the world would get jealous if I insisted on looking both as radiant as the sun and as beautiful as the moon at the same time. Mmm. Charming. For that I forgave him his having laughed at me.
LATER STILL
He was super CUTE, with overlong curly hair and when he smiled at me, he had the most amazing dimples. Picture a young SRK as like him, he too has the looks to be a film hero. I wonder who he is? I've never seen him around here before.
Hang on...
As I thought. The handkerchief he gave me is monogrammed and his initials are M.G. I can't begin to imagine what the G stands for but I wonder what the M stands for? Manjul? Mohak? Mohil? Mohin? Madin? Even Meer. đ¤Ł. Just noticed all the names I have named him are in accordance with his good looks. đ . Oh Jigyasa, you crack me up.
LATER, LATER STILL
O.M.G. I was so enmeshed in my thoughts of this M.G., I forgot to tell you about the party. I will tell you in full detail tomorrow but look at what I just noticed, Oh My God and M.G. go hand in hand. I mean they rhyme. O.M.G; M.G. đ đ đ
Edited by Bea1 - 8 years ago
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