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So hey guys, long story short — there’s this girl I really like.
We’ve never actually met though. Every single time we tried, fate somehow separated us 😭

But tomorrow… we’re finally meeting.

She’s kinda nerdy, loves cricket, introverted, cute, and honestly I’m way too nervous about this whole thing.

I’m trying to figure out the best restaurant to take her to for dinner in Mumbai. I want something with:

• really good ambience
• maybe a rooftop vibe
• peaceful enough to actually talk
• romantic but not too over the top

The places I currently have in mind are:

• ESTELLA
• GALLOPS
• OUT OF THE BLUE

Budget is around ₹4k.

So please suggest:

1. Which place would actually be best for a first meet like this?
2. Any better recommendations?
3. How do I stop being so nervous?
4. What do I even talk about so it doesn’t get awkward or boring?

Nothing 18+ please 😭
I’m 22, just genuinely excited and nervous to finally meet someone I really like.

So hey guys, long story short — there’s this girl I really like. We’ve never actually met though. Every single time we tried, fate somehow separated us 😭

But tomorrow… we’re finally meeting.

She’s kinda nerdy, loves cricket, introverted, cute, and honestly I’m way too nervous about this whole thing.

I’m trying to figure out the best restaurant to take her to for dinner in Mumbai. I want something with:

• really good ambience
• maybe a rooftop vibe
• peaceful enough to actually talk
• romantic but not too over the top

The places I currently have in mind are:

• ESTELLA
• GALLOPS
• OUT OF THE BLUE

Budget is around ₹4k.

So please suggest:

1. Which place would actually be best for a first meet like this?
2. Any better recommendations?
3. How do I stop being so nervous?
4. What do I even talk about so it doesn’t get awkward or boring?

Nothing 18+ please 😭 I’m 22, just genuinely excited and nervous to finally meet someone I really like.

Pls tell me guys what has happened to me...

Have you ever met someone so lightly… yet they begin living inside you so deeply that you start losing the person you once were?

Because I think that’s happening to me.

And I don’t know whether to call it love… or madness.

I used to know myself so well. The kind of guy who never bent for anyone. Never waited for replies. Never cared enough to lose sleep over another person.

And now?

Now one girl — a girl I haven’t even properly seen in years — has somehow rearranged the entire architecture of my heart without touching it once.

The last time I saw her was back in 10th class.

Back then she was the school topper. The kind teachers admired. The kind parents compared their children to.

And me?

I was the guy barely trying to survive exams. Barely passing. The kind nobody expected much from.

I still remember one day when my best friend told me to stop dreaming about JEE because “it wasn’t for me.”

Something about those words shattered my ego in the worst way possible.

And maybe that’s what changed my life.

I studied like a man trying to prove his existence to himself. And somehow… against everything people thought about me… I cracked JEE and got into a good government college.

Life moved on.

Years passed.

And somehow the girl who existed only somewhere in the background of my school memories has now become the loudest feeling inside my chest.

I’m 22 now. Working in Mumbai. She’s here too.

And somehow life pushed us back into each other’s orbit through one random Instagram conversation.

That should’ve been all.

But it wasn’t.

At first she used to reply after hours. Sometimes days. Then one day she gave me her WhatsApp and said she barely used that Instagram account anyway.

And somehow… that small shift from Instagram to WhatsApp felt bigger than it should have.

Like the distance between strangers had quietly reduced.

Slowly her messages became part of my routine. Then part of my peace. Then part of my loneliness. And now… somehow… part of my identity.

Some days she talks to me with this warmth that feels almost unreal. Like she genuinely wants to know every tiny thing about me. Like I matter.

And then some days she disappears so coldly that I sit there staring at my phone wondering why someone I barely even have can hurt me this deeply.

She once told me about a situationship she had before me.

How he treated her badly. How she blocked him. How she only wants friendship now.

And I remember reading those messages feeling two emotions at once:

Pain… and hope.

Because some selfish part of me thought:

“If someone hurt her before… maybe I could become the reason she feels safe again.”

And maybe that’s dangerous.

Because now I care too much.

I hate that her delayed replies affect my mood. I hate that I seek her validation in everything now. I hate that my mind keeps orbiting around someone who sometimes calls me “bro.”

Sometimes “brother” when she’s annoyed at me. Sometimes “yaar.”

And the worst thing is…

those tiny words stay in my head longer than they should.

But maybe what scares me most is this:

I think I’m changing because of her.

Not intentionally.

Quietly.

Naturally.

Even the IPL team I support changed because of her. The player I defended for years changed because of her.

And if you knew me personally, you’d understand how impossible that sounds.

I used to argue passionately about those things. They felt like pieces of me.

But one day I realized I had started supporting the players and teams she liked… just so conversations with her could continue a little longer.

And the terrifying thing is…

I didn’t even notice it happening.

That’s how deeply she entered my mind.

One day we spoke about meeting and playing badminton together.

She casually mentioned she didn’t own a racket.

So I ordered one for her.

She still doesn’t know.

And then while buying shoes for myself, there was this orange Yonex pair I genuinely loved. Like genuinely loved.

Before all this, I would’ve bought them without asking a soul.

But instead I sent her a few other options and asked which one she liked better.

She chose the white pair.

So I bought white.

Not because I liked them more. Not because they looked better.

But because somewhere along the way, her choices started feeling more important than mine.

And after placing the order I just sat there staring at the screen wondering when exactly I stopped belonging completely to myself.

And the weirdest part?

For almost three months now, life keeps refusing to let us meet.

Whenever I’m in Mumbai, she’s in her hometown. Whenever she comes back, somehow I end up leaving for mine.

It’s like timing itself keeps pulling us apart right before we cross paths.

Almost like the universe wants this feeling to stay unfinished a little longer.

And somehow… that distance only makes the feeling stronger.

One night she was traveling back to her hometown by train.

I asked for the train name casually.

But after that?

I kept checking the train status over and over again through the night like some anxious fool making sure everything was okay.

Every delay made me restless.

When the train finally reached around 4AM, I texted her asking if she got home safely.

She replied:

are you still awake omg?

And how could I possibly tell her the truth?

That I couldn’t sleep without knowing she reached safely.

That some strange ache inside me refused to rest until she was home.

And what hurt me even more was knowing her father didn’t even come to pick her up. She had to take an auto alone at that hour.

I don’t know why that made me angry.

Maybe because somewhere deep inside me, my heart had already started treating her like someone precious.

So I stayed awake texting until she reached home.

Only then could I breathe properly again.

And tell me…

what kind of feeling is this?

Because this doesn’t feel normal anymore.

I’ve dreamt about her too.

Not dramatic dreams.

Quiet dreams.

Domestic dreams.

Her existing beside me like she belonged there.

A little baby girl running around the house. A baby boy laughing somewhere in the background. Her voice filling empty rooms.

Dreams so soft they leave pain behind after waking up.

And now I’m terrified of something else too.

What if I finally meet her…

and the feeling disappears?

What if reality kills whatever magic this is?

Or worse…

what if seeing her once makes me fall even deeper?

And now I’m sitting here wondering stupid things like:

Do I take flowers when we meet for the first time? Or would that be too much for a girl who says she only wants friendship?

God.

Look at me.

I used to be so emotionally untouchable.

And now one girl has turned me into someone who waits for trains, changes IPL teams, loses sleep at 4AM, buys white Yonex shoes he didn’t even want, secretly orders badminton rackets, and finds peace only after hearing:

“I reached home.”

So tell me honestly…

So tell me I'm I lost or in love or infatuation or spell or magic or attraction from a person whom I don't even know how she looks like in the last.....

Have you ever met someone so lightly… yet they begin living inside you so deeply that you start losing the person you once were?

Because I think that’s happening to me.

And I don’t know whether to call it love… or madness.

I used to know myself so well. The kind of guy who never bent for anyone. Never waited for replies. Never cared enough to lose sleep over another person.

And now?

Now one girl — a girl I haven’t even properly seen in years — has somehow rearranged the entire architecture of my heart without touching it once.

The last time I saw her was back in 10th class.

Back then she was the school topper. The kind teachers admired. The kind parents compared their children to.

And me?

I was the guy barely trying to survive exams. Barely passing. The kind nobody expected much from.

I still remember one day when my best friend told me to stop dreaming about JEE because “it wasn’t for me.”

Something about those words shattered my ego in the worst way possible.

And maybe that’s what changed my life.

I studied like a man trying to prove his existence to himself. And somehow… against everything people thought about me… I cracked JEE and got into a good government college.

Life moved on.

Years passed.

And somehow the girl who existed only somewhere in the background of my school memories has now become the loudest feeling inside my chest.

I’m 22 now. Working in Mumbai. She’s here too.

And somehow life pushed us back into each other’s orbit through one random Instagram conversation.

That should’ve been all.

But it wasn’t.

At first she used to reply after hours. Sometimes days. Then one day she gave me her WhatsApp and said she barely used that Instagram account anyway.

And somehow… that small shift from Instagram to WhatsApp felt bigger than it should have.

Like the distance between strangers had quietly reduced.

Slowly her messages became part of my routine. Then part of my peace. Then part of my loneliness. And now… somehow… part of my identity.

Some days she talks to me with this warmth that feels almost unreal. Like she genuinely wants to know every tiny thing about me. Like I matter.

And then some days she disappears so coldly that I sit there staring at my phone wondering why someone I barely even have can hurt me this deeply.

She once told me about a situationship she had before me.

How he treated her badly. How she blocked him. How she only wants friendship now.

And I remember reading those messages feeling two emotions at once:

Pain… and hope.

Because some selfish part of me thought:

“If someone hurt her before… maybe I could become the reason she feels safe again.”

And maybe that’s dangerous.

Because now I care too much.

I hate that her delayed replies affect my mood. I hate that I seek her validation in everything now. I hate that my mind keeps orbiting around someone who sometimes calls me “bro.”

Sometimes “brother” when she’s annoyed at me. Sometimes “yaar.”

And the worst thing is…

those tiny words stay in my head longer than they should.

But maybe what scares me most is this:

I think I’m changing because of her.

Not intentionally.

Quietly.

Naturally.

Even the IPL team I support changed because of her. The player I defended for years changed because of her.

And if you knew me personally, you’d understand how impossible that sounds.

I used to argue passionately about those things. They felt like pieces of me.

But one day I realized I had started supporting the players and teams she liked… just so conversations with her could continue a little longer.

And the terrifying thing is…

I didn’t even notice it happening.

That’s how deeply she entered my mind.

One day we spoke about meeting and playing badminton together.

She casually mentioned she didn’t own a racket.

So I ordered one for her.

She still doesn’t know.

And then while buying shoes for myself, there was this orange Yonex pair I genuinely loved. Like genuinely loved.

Before all this, I would’ve bought them without asking a soul.

But instead I sent her a few other options and asked which one she liked better.

She chose the white pair.

So I bought white.

Not because I liked them more. Not because they looked better.

But because somewhere along the way, her choices started feeling more important than mine.

And after placing the order I just sat there staring at the screen wondering when exactly I stopped belonging completely to myself.

And the weirdest part?

For almost three months now, life keeps refusing to let us meet.

Whenever I’m in Mumbai, she’s in her hometown. Whenever she comes back, somehow I end up leaving for mine.

It’s like timing itself keeps pulling us apart right before we cross paths.

Almost like the universe wants this feeling to stay unfinished a little longer.

And somehow… that distance only makes the feeling stronger.

One night she was traveling back to her hometown by train.

I asked for the train name casually.

But after that?

I kept checking the train status over and over again through the night like some anxious fool making sure everything was okay.

Every delay made me restless.

When the train finally reached around 4AM, I texted her asking if she got home safely.

She replied:

are you still awake omg?

And how could I possibly tell her the truth?

That I couldn’t sleep without knowing she reached safely.

That some strange ache inside me refused to rest until she was home.

And what hurt me even more was knowing her father didn’t even come to pick her up. She had to take an auto alone at that hour.

I don’t know why that made me angry.

Maybe because somewhere deep inside me, my heart had already started treating her like someone precious.

So I stayed awake texting until she reached home.

Only then could I breathe properly again.

And tell me…

what kind of feeling is this?

Because this doesn’t feel normal anymore.

I’ve dreamt about her too.

Not dramatic dreams.

Quiet dreams.

Domestic dreams.

Her existing beside me like she belonged there.

A little baby girl running around the house. A baby boy laughing somewhere in the background. Her voice filling empty rooms.

Dreams so soft they leave pain behind after waking up.

And now I’m terrified of something else too.

What if I finally meet her…

and the feeling disappears?

What if reality kills whatever magic this is?

Or worse…

what if seeing her once makes me fall even deeper?

And now I’m sitting here wondering stupid things like:

Do I take flowers when we meet for the first time? Or would that be too much for a girl who says she only wants friendship?

God.

Look at me.

I used to be so emotionally untouchable.

And now one girl has turned me into someone who waits for trains, changes IPL teams, loses sleep at 4AM, buys white Yonex shoes he didn’t even want, secretly orders badminton rackets, and finds peace only after hearing:

“I reached home.”

So tell me honestly…

So tell me I'm I lost or in love or infatuation or spell or magic or attraction from a person whom I don't even know how she looks like in the last.....

Pls tell me guys what has happened to me...

Have you ever met someone so lightly… yet they begin living inside you so deeply that you start losing the person you once were?

Because I think that’s happening to me.

And I don’t know whether to call it love… or madness.

I used to know myself so well. The kind of guy who never bent for anyone. Never waited for replies. Never cared enough to lose sleep over another person.

And now?

Now one girl — a girl I haven’t even properly seen in years — has somehow rearranged the entire architecture of my heart without touching it once.

The last time I saw her was back in 10th class.

Back then she was the school topper. The kind teachers admired. The kind parents compared their children to.

And me?

I was the guy barely trying to survive exams. Barely passing. The kind nobody expected much from.

I still remember one day when my best friend told me to stop dreaming about JEE because “it wasn’t for me.”

Something about those words shattered my ego in the worst way possible.

And maybe that’s what changed my life.

I studied like a man trying to prove his existence to himself. And somehow… against everything people thought about me… I cracked JEE and got into a good government college.

Life moved on.

Years passed.

And somehow the girl who existed only somewhere in the background of my school memories has now become the loudest feeling inside my chest.

I’m 22 now. Working in Mumbai. She’s here too.

And somehow life pushed us back into each other’s orbit through one random Instagram conversation.

That should’ve been all.

But it wasn’t.

At first she used to reply after hours. Sometimes days. Then one day she gave me her WhatsApp and said she barely used that Instagram account anyway.

And somehow… that small shift from Instagram to WhatsApp felt bigger than it should have.

Like the distance between strangers had quietly reduced.

Slowly her messages became part of my routine. Then part of my peace. Then part of my loneliness. And now… somehow… part of my identity.

Some days she talks to me with this warmth that feels almost unreal. Like she genuinely wants to know every tiny thing about me. Like I matter.

And then some days she disappears so coldly that I sit there staring at my phone wondering why someone I barely even have can hurt me this deeply.

She once told me about a situationship she had before me.

How he treated her badly. How she blocked him. How she only wants friendship now.

And I remember reading those messages feeling two emotions at once:

Pain… and hope.

Because some selfish part of me thought:

“If someone hurt her before… maybe I could become the reason she feels safe again.”

And maybe that’s dangerous.

Because now I care too much.

I hate that her delayed replies affect my mood. I hate that I seek her validation in everything now. I hate that my mind keeps orbiting around someone who sometimes calls me “bro.”

Sometimes “brother” when she’s annoyed at me. Sometimes “yaar.”

And the worst thing is…

those tiny words stay in my head longer than they should.

But maybe what scares me most is this:

I think I’m changing because of her.

Not intentionally.

Quietly.

Naturally.

Even the IPL team I support changed because of her. The player I defended for years changed because of her.

And if you knew me personally, you’d understand how impossible that sounds.

I used to argue passionately about those things. They felt like pieces of me.

But one day I realized I had started supporting the players and teams she liked… just so conversations with her could continue a little longer.

And the terrifying thing is…

I didn’t even notice it happening.

That’s how deeply she entered my mind.

One day we spoke about meeting and playing badminton together.

She casually mentioned she didn’t own a racket.

So I ordered one for her.

She still doesn’t know.

And then while buying shoes for myself, there was this orange Yonex pair I genuinely loved. Like genuinely loved.

Before all this, I would’ve bought them without asking a soul.

But instead I sent her a few other options and asked which one she liked better.

She chose the white pair.

So I bought white.

Not because I liked them more. Not because they looked better.

But because somewhere along the way, her choices started feeling more important than mine.

And after placing the order I just sat there staring at the screen wondering when exactly I stopped belonging completely to myself.

And the weirdest part?

For almost three months now, life keeps refusing to let us meet.

Whenever I’m in Mumbai, she’s in her hometown. Whenever she comes back, somehow I end up leaving for mine.

It’s like timing itself keeps pulling us apart right before we cross paths.

Almost like the universe wants this feeling to stay unfinished a little longer.

And somehow… that distance only makes the feeling stronger.

One night she was traveling back to her hometown by train.

I asked for the train name casually.

But after that?

I kept checking the train status over and over again through the night like some anxious fool making sure everything was okay.

Every delay made me restless.

When the train finally reached around 4AM, I texted her asking if she got home safely.

She replied:

are you still awake omg?

And how could I possibly tell her the truth?

That I couldn’t sleep without knowing she reached safely.

That some strange ache inside me refused to rest until she was home.

And what hurt me even more was knowing her father didn’t even come to pick her up. She had to take an auto alone at that hour.

I don’t know why that made me angry.

Maybe because somewhere deep inside me, my heart had already started treating her like someone precious.

So I stayed awake texting until she reached home.

Only then could I breathe properly again.

And tell me…

what kind of feeling is this?

Because this doesn’t feel normal anymore.

I’ve dreamt about her too.

Not dramatic dreams.

Quiet dreams.

Domestic dreams.

Her existing beside me like she belonged there.

A little baby girl running around the house. A baby boy laughing somewhere in the background. Her voice filling empty rooms.

Dreams so soft they leave pain behind after waking up.

And now I’m terrified of something else too.

What if I finally meet her…

and the feeling disappears?

What if reality kills whatever magic this is?

Or worse…

what if seeing her once makes me fall even deeper?

And now I’m sitting here wondering stupid things like:

Do I take flowers when we meet for the first time? Or would that be too much for a girl who says she only wants friendship?

God.

Look at me.

I used to be so emotionally untouchable.

And now one girl has turned me into someone who waits for trains, changes IPL teams, loses sleep at 4AM, buys white Yonex shoes he didn’t even want, secretly orders badminton rackets, and finds peace only after hearing:

“I reached home.”

So tell me honestly…

So tell me I'm I lost or in love or infatuation or spell or magic or attraction from a person whom I don't even know how she looks like in the last.....