November 21st 2010, you turned to me and said 'What about my hug?' and on the stage of that event in front of 2500 gaping people, we hugged. The warmth of that hug and the warmth of everything that was there in between came across so beautifully in that one moment, and like they say, the rest is history. For me, that's when it started. Though I know that for you, our story started way before I even realized it did.
It has been exactly a year, 7 months and 10 days since then. And I haven't been more thankful to God that you came my way. If AIESEC has impacted my life, you are probably the biggest and best it can get.
From those auto rides and never ending lunches where you refused for me to pay to those extremely long OCMs, where I'd just break down at the end of it, and you just held me and told me it would be okay. He'd hurt me, and I would run to you and cry about it, selfishly, not really what I was actually doing. If I'd only known...
There's always a side of me which said that nothing could get more perfect than you. And that's the biggest part of me, which still believes. Which still gives you everything all over again, just to start over.
These two years have taught both of us valuable lessons. In love, friendship, jealousy, trust and so much more than I'll ever know. But through all the shit and the rainbows, I know. That the moment you smile at me, it'll all be okay. You give me those premature ventricular contractions they talk about in movies. Just that, I'm not sure what we'll ever be. And maybe, after these years, I've reached a point where I never want to as well. Nobody has seen me as bipolar, rude, lovable, PMSing, gentle and all that put together as you have. And even if they have, they gave up and walked away long back. That was my cue, you didn't.
I may want to give up on you a million times. (At certain points, I really wish I could) But that tiny part inside of me is always saying I'm an ass for thinking so much and trying so hard. There's this song I heard, called You got a way. And nothing has ever described what I feel about you more aptly. Really, you have got a way with me. And that's just one song. Lol.
Long ago, you had said to me that I could never do justice to a blogpost about you.. I guess I can't. I owe just too much to you to even think about. Periods of not talking to you seem like the world is conspiring against me. All of a sudden, everyone around me wants to talk about what an awesome person you are. Every man standing next to me is suddenly a Kartik or is talking to someone called Kartik. Blame South India, but this place is full of your namesakes. And suddenly, the radio plays Drown With Me... What is a poor girl to do?
You know, Someday, I'd like to be given the opportunity to make your day, like you always make mine. Just for one day, I'd like to be your sunshine, like you are mine.
And like I told you.. on 14th February 2011, to me, you are perfection. And no matter, how much I run to the imperfection, your radiance just pulls me back home :) Even if you aren't around, reading your letter over and over again gives me a certain courage I had doubted I possessed.
And you know what, I've had enough of being 'in love' with what I thought was you. That idea of a person... Hidden beneath all that somewhere, STILL, lies my perfection. And that's no idea. That's the person I know and love. And maybe I'm a fool in love, but for you, that foolishness, a 100 times over.
Happy 21st Kartik Bhatia. I love you with every little piece of my heart and always will. You're a big boy now, time to stop acting like a sissy you think?
Grow some balls and get here fast. (Though just to clarify, I'm not missing you okay?)
Now you can fug off.
Love, hugs, kisses,bites and other nasty things,
Jugsaan
P.S- This didn't come out the way I wanted it too. Maybe a blogpost can't actually do justice to you :/
But one day, I'll make it up to you munchkin.
It has been exactly a year, 7 months and 10 days since then. And I haven't been more thankful to God that you came my way. If AIESEC has impacted my life, you are probably the biggest and best it can get.
From those auto rides and never ending lunches where you refused for me to pay to those extremely long OCMs, where I'd just break down at the end of it, and you just held me and told me it would be okay. He'd hurt me, and I would run to you and cry about it, selfishly, not really what I was actually doing. If I'd only known...
There's always a side of me which said that nothing could get more perfect than you. And that's the biggest part of me, which still believes. Which still gives you everything all over again, just to start over.
These two years have taught both of us valuable lessons. In love, friendship, jealousy, trust and so much more than I'll ever know. But through all the shit and the rainbows, I know. That the moment you smile at me, it'll all be okay. You give me those premature ventricular contractions they talk about in movies. Just that, I'm not sure what we'll ever be. And maybe, after these years, I've reached a point where I never want to as well. Nobody has seen me as bipolar, rude, lovable, PMSing, gentle and all that put together as you have. And even if they have, they gave up and walked away long back. That was my cue, you didn't.
I may want to give up on you a million times. (At certain points, I really wish I could) But that tiny part inside of me is always saying I'm an ass for thinking so much and trying so hard. There's this song I heard, called You got a way. And nothing has ever described what I feel about you more aptly. Really, you have got a way with me. And that's just one song. Lol.
Long ago, you had said to me that I could never do justice to a blogpost about you.. I guess I can't. I owe just too much to you to even think about. Periods of not talking to you seem like the world is conspiring against me. All of a sudden, everyone around me wants to talk about what an awesome person you are. Every man standing next to me is suddenly a Kartik or is talking to someone called Kartik. Blame South India, but this place is full of your namesakes. And suddenly, the radio plays Drown With Me... What is a poor girl to do?
You know, Someday, I'd like to be given the opportunity to make your day, like you always make mine. Just for one day, I'd like to be your sunshine, like you are mine.
And like I told you.. on 14th February 2011, to me, you are perfection. And no matter, how much I run to the imperfection, your radiance just pulls me back home :) Even if you aren't around, reading your letter over and over again gives me a certain courage I had doubted I possessed.
And you know what, I've had enough of being 'in love' with what I thought was you. That idea of a person... Hidden beneath all that somewhere, STILL, lies my perfection. And that's no idea. That's the person I know and love. And maybe I'm a fool in love, but for you, that foolishness, a 100 times over.
Happy 21st Kartik Bhatia. I love you with every little piece of my heart and always will. You're a big boy now, time to stop acting like a sissy you think?
Grow some balls and get here fast. (Though just to clarify, I'm not missing you okay?)
Now you can fug off.
Love, hugs, kisses,bites and other nasty things,
Jugsaan
P.S- This didn't come out the way I wanted it too. Maybe a blogpost can't actually do justice to you :/
But one day, I'll make it up to you munchkin.
