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If I were to exagerate my real life drama, it'd be my chaotic love life. And definitely a mixture of Kdrama and Bollywood.
For a hopeless romantic whose love-star must have fallen off like a comet directly into the ocean, the setting would be Kdrama. With me being set up for blind dates by my parents because I'm getting old by the day, and they probably think that I should get married. I'm against the blind dates, and will definitely mess up the coming one.
I vent to my best friend about my parents' plans and how I'm tired of these setups, but she too insists that I should go. "It can't be that bad," she nags, sipping her happiness. Easy for her; she's in a very stable relationship with her soulmate, not random men paraded in front of her. I have no choice but to meet my date.
I tell my parents that this is the last blind date favor I'm doing them. I still believe in soulmates, even though nikama nyota yangu ilizima (it's like my star dimmed). On the way to the blind date, the Bollywood drama kicks in. Time slows down to almost a stop, a text notification buzzes, and just as I lower my head to check my phone, my soulmate crosses my path. He too is distracted. Something on the other side of the street caught his eyes. Not just a random guy; someone I once had a spark with, someone who lit something deep in my heart before we lost touch. A love song swells, Bollywood dancers appear in the background, scarves swirling, and just like that, I miss him. If I'd only looked up, I'd have cancelled the date and we'd be on our way to happily-ever-after.
When my parents and my best friend call to ask how the date went, all I can say is "Horrible." Not that it was entirely horrible, but compared to missing my soulmate, it was nothing but an interview.
I go home, shower, throw my hair into a bun, slip into my pajamas and socks, make a quick fix of instant noodles. With a glass of champagne in hand, I ask google to play "me and love don't get along." Then I horribly dance and sing along, offbeat and dramatic, because my soulmate is galaxies away and the blind dates are a mess. Maybe, just maybe, me and love really don't get along.
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