Love Story: There is something different about reading a good story before sleeping at night. Every night in our Daily Love Story series, we bring for you a story in which there is love, friendship, small misunderstandings and also a beautiful lesson in understanding relationships. Today’s story starts with the colorful Garba of Shardiya Navratri, where two strangers bump into each other.
This small meeting, held amidst the beat of drums, colorful lights and the round circle of Garba, gradually becomes special. But can every good friendship be called love? Read today’s modern love story, which will tell you that sometimes the most beautiful relationships in life start without any plan.
Story: A night of garbage and a face that enters the heart
The Garba of Shardiya Navratri was in its full glory in a society of Ahmedabad. At some places there was the glow of colorful lehengas, while at some places boys wearing kurtas and kediyu were dancing to the beat of drums. There was music, laughter and selfies everywhere.
In this crowd, 23 year old Anaya had come to play Garba with her friends. He liked Garba, but even more he liked meeting new people every year during Navratri. On the other hand, 25 year old Reyansh had reached there with his friends. He had come to this society’s gathering for the first time and he found it more interesting to watch the people than the dance steps.
Then, while roaming in the circle of Garba, Anaya’s dandiya collided with Reyansh’s hand. The sticks got entangled in both their hands and Anaya lost her balance. Reyansh immediately took care of him.
“Sorry! I showed a little extra enthusiasm in my steps,” Reyansh said laughing.
Anaya adjusted her dandiya and said smilingly, “There is no problem with Josh, just walk around looking ahead next time.”
“Yes madam, next time safety first.”
Both laughed. It was just this simple thing, but Anaya remembered Reyansh’s witty style that night.
After some time both of them came face to face again. This time Reyansh himself asked, “Do you know all the steps or are you just working on confidence?”
“And do you know how to dance or is your talent only to comment on the steps of others?” Anaya replied immediately.
Reyansh had no answer this time.
By the time the Garba was over, both of them had learned each other’s names and had also connected on Instagram. As soon as I reached home, I got a message from Reyansh, “The best thing today was not the Garba, it was that last step of yours.”
Anaya replied, “Are you also learning to lie? You were keeping an eye on my feet the whole time.”
The chat that started that night continued the next day also. Then sometimes a reel would be shared, sometimes there would be a debate on a song and sometimes amidst the fatigue of office or college, a small message would bring a smile on the face.
During the remaining days of Navratri, both of them started meeting in Garba every day. Now while getting ready, Anaya would think about which color Reyansh would wear today. Before coming with his friends, Reyansh would also ask, “Anaya is coming, right?”
Gradually Garba became an excuse for them to meet and conversation became their habit.
When Navratri ended, both of them felt that perhaps they would meet less frequently. But the next Saturday, Reyansh’s message came, “Garba is over, but your dance class fees are still pending. Should we meet over coffee and collect it?”
Anaya smiled. She was also waiting for his message.
Meetings started over coffee. Both of them started talking about their likes, dreams and fears. Anaya had to study abroad, while Reyansh was preparing to start his startup. Both of them had different paths, but they had respect for each other’s dreams.
One day Anaya suddenly asked, “Reyansh, we talk every day, meet each other, remember small things about each other. Do you ever feel that we are not just friends?”
Reyansh remained silent for a few moments. Then he said, “I guess. But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by giving it a name in a hurry.”
Anaya smiled and said, “Then let me ask today. Can we give this friendship a chance?”
Happiness was clearly visible in Reyansh’s eyes. “I was waiting for this question since the day your dandia attacked my hand.”
Both laughed. This time there was neither the beat of the drum nor the crowd of Garba. There were just two people who had started liking each other and wanted to give them a chance to understand their relationship.
His story did not start with any film proposal. It started with a small collision, some funny talks and constant conversation.
Because sometimes love is not found at first sight, but in the desire to talk again and again.
lesson from the story
There is no need for any special day or film style to start a relationship. It is important that two people feel comfortable with each other, can express their views and respect each other’s dreams. The journey from friendship to love becomes beautiful only when it is accompanied by charm, trust, respect and the courage to express one’s feelings.
Source link
[ad_3]
