"Please don't say you can't make it Varun. I can't explain how much this event means to me. Please come" I had to make him agree. He had to come how else would I propose him?!

"I would have definitely come if I didn't have something important. Try to understand Nina. Stop saying please so many times." I knew by his voice he wouldn't change his mind. But I can't give up without trying.

"Okay at least try coming for a while? Maybe just 20-30 minutes perhaps?"

"I already told you, I can't make it. I don't want to agree and later not turn up. Or worse, I don't want to say 'maybe' and keep you waiting with hope. I'm sure I won't be able to come" I had to give up now. And so I did.

The entire day until 3pm when the event started, I spent my time debating with myself if I should really be going to the event. And then I decided that planning to propose to him was the second thought and I've always wanted to attend this event. So I will. And I won't let him saying no change my decision.

Exactly at 2pm Kiran called me on my landline and told me that she'll pick me up in 40 minutes. And I started getting myself dressed. I chose to wear the most subtle dress I had. An olive green forever21 knee length dress. I put on minimal amount of make up and my favorite pink lip balm. I chose a floral print scarf to match my attire with. Which I later thought I'll use as my blindfold too!

Kiran was waiting outside my house exactly as she said.
Once we arrived at our destination, which was cubbon park, one of the very famous tourist spots in Bangalore we stopped where the event was happening and followed the crowd.

After a quick round of introductions and briefing of the event by the facilitators, we were asked to form a circle and get blindfolded.

I looked at Kiran and she mouthed 'I'm excited' to which I nodded.

We later got separated and found or partners.
My first partner was a girl from Afghanistan. We spoke of the differences we had between the nations and how she loved being in Bangalore.
My second partner was someone who I could easily connect to. He was a reader. We spoke of our favorite authors and judged books. And we promised eachother that we'll find out eachother and talk about playlists.

And soon after the event I stood under the tree that was marked a number '23' as we had decided to meet during the conversation. If I knew his name, I'd probably find out easier to find out who he was. But the rules of the event was against sharing any personal details including our names!

And after what seemed like 5 minutes, I heard someone shouting "black soup" that was the cover we'd decided to shout in order to find out the other person.

I looked at him from a distance. He was tall and skinny. He dress and hair were on point. And I mentally told myself to relax. Dear favorite dress it's time for you to show your charm. Please help me. But I clearly knew I was underdressed looking at all the other people.

Even before I realised my feet were making their way towards him. He turned around and......