Okay, so guys, one fun fact about me is that I’m a sucker for romance, love…..in real life, movies, books etc. I love love — like, I really love love and so yeah from a young age I’ve always enjoyed watching a lot of romance movies . Honestly, I feel like they’ve largely contributed to why I’m such a hopeless romantic now….haha. It’s like even though I’m here living in real life, there’s a part of me that’s constantly existing in a fictional world — one filled with butterflies, destiny, and that magical moment when you finally meet “the one”…..so today, I’m going to tell you guys a really funny story of how I did meet “the one”
Now, because I loved watching romance movies so much…..Bollywood movies were top of my list. Yeah, those dramatic, emotional, love-filled ones, and you know how in Bollywood, love always happens in the most dramatic ways. You know the usual — two people bump into each other, their things fall, their eyes lock for an uncomfortably long moment, and boom — love at first sight.
I was convinced that this would happen for me too lol, so when I was about to get into university, I had this crazy fantasy that I would meet the love of my life exactly like that. I actually imagined myself walking to class, holding my books, and then — bump! — I’d collide with someone, our books would fall, we’d both bend down to pick them up, and as we got up, our eyes would meet and lock. That was the fantasy. The dream. The Bollywood prophecy.
Well… reality checked in fast……😅 because of course, nothing like that happened. But something close enough did.
I was walking out of class one day, heading out of my college building, and I passed by a group of guys. They cracked a funny joke that made me laugh and apparently, because I laughed, one of the guys (who I had secretly found cute) took it as a green light. He ran after me, said hi, and I can almost swear I heard violins play as we talked and stared at each other. We ended up exchanging numbers and that was it, the beginning of my own Bollywood love story.
When I got back to my hostel, I was so sure I had just met the love of my life. It was such a fantasy come true experience for me that every single detail of that moment is engraved in my brain…the exact date, the time, the clothes I was wearing — everything. I’m not even kidding y’all, this happened on Tuesday October 11th 2011 at around 11am….do you guys seee all the 11s! 😂 It felt too perfect but yeah…..I’ll keep the other details to myself.
We started talking, hanging out, and yes, I had a huge crush on him. But when he finally asked me out, I told him to wait until our 400 level before we could date because I wanted to focus on my education. (Please don’t laugh, I was being serious and following my mother’s warning! 😂)
Anyway, we stayed in touch for a while, but with time, things faded. Then years later, when I was rounding up with 300 level, I reached out to him again……yes I was that delulu! Unfortunately this man didn’t wait for me like he was supposed to, he went and got a girlfriend instead, and yeah that was the end of my very short Bollywood love story.
Now why am I sharing this story?
Well, I was watching another romance movie today and it brought this memory back…. but as usual I didn’t just remember, I started thinking about the whole thing and it dawned on me that I was actually such a delulu girl back then. Like actually crazy, because I started asking myself a few questions…..why did you even like this guy? why did you have such a big crush on him?
And you know what? I had no real answers. None.
When I think about it now, I realize that even though I knew a little bit about him and I did find him cute, I didn’t like him because of who he was. I liked him because of how we met. I was so enchanted by the idea of our “romantic beginning” that I didn’t even bother to question anything. I didn’t take my time to really find out if I actually liked who he was as a person. I didn’t pause to see if he was good for me, if he was a genuinely good guy, or if we were even compatible at all.
I was just completely drowned in the whole fairytale of how we met — how magical it felt, how perfect it seemed. And because of that, I just concluded in my head that he had to be my ‘soulmate’.
And I think that’s something a lot of us do…..not just in love, but in life. We cling to how special a moment felt or the idea of how something is supposed to be, instead of seeing it for what it truly is. We get attached to the fantasy, to the story we’ve built in our heads, and sometimes we even mistake that fantasy for destiny.
And when that happens, it clouds our judgment. It makes us hold on to things or people that are not necessarily good for us. It convinces us to stay in situations that no longer serve us simply because we’ve attached meaning or importance to how it started or how we imagined it should go.
We don’t pause to ask, ‘Is this actually right for me?’ or ‘Do I genuinely like this, or do I just love the idea of it?’ Sometimes, the fantasy feels so good that we forget to check if it’s even real.
I am still a sucker for romance movies and fairytales but the truth I have forced myself to accept now is that these movies, books, and all those feel-good love stories are meant to make us feel good — that’s all. It is not to be used as blueprints for real life. Real love is rarely cinematic. It doesn’t always come with background music or dramatic chases. Sometimes love is quiet, calm, and steady, it doesn’t bump into you — it just grows on you.
I mean this doesn’t mean that fairytales aren’t real or that they can’t happen to you 😩😩😫😫😫😖😖😖 *cries in still delulu* lmaooo don’t mind me guys….😅🌚
All I’m trying to say is……bro, just watch and enjoy the movie.
Don’t turn it into your manual for real life, don’t be like me.
Because if I had indeed ended up with that guy, simply because of how we met, I am very sure it would have been a plot twist even Bollywood wasn’t ready for. 😅
PS: I plan to spend my entire weekend binge watching some old but gold Bollywood love stories, so please feel free to share some of your favs with me in the comments!
With love,
Beks 💜
Beks Unfiltered 
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