It was Durga Puja—a time of joy, lights, and endless excitement. We had been planning for pandal hopping for weeks. The city was glowing in all its festive spirit, with every street corner bursting with colors, music, and the smell of street food. But this year was even more special—it was my birthday too.

  I had been looking forward to the day for so long, thinking about how it would all unfold. But when he told me that he wouldn’t be able to come at night and would visit only the next morning, my heart sank. I tried to be okay with it, nodded and smiled, but the truth was—I was heartbroken. After he left, I couldn’t hold back my tears. It felt like the one person I had wanted to see on my special day wouldn’t be there when the clock struck twelve.

  My sister noticed my silent sobs and immediately hugged me, whispering comforting words, trying to make me smile. I was just beginning to accept that the night would be quiet when suddenly, right at the stroke of midnight, the doorbell rang. And there he was—standing at the door with the widest smile, a butterscotch cake in his hands. As if he had been waiting just outside all along, counting down the seconds.

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  I was speechless. My tears, now replaced with happy ones, rolled down again. He walked in like a hero, and together with my sister, we celebrated my birthday. We sang, laughed, clicked photos, and cut the cake. It was magical. The clock ticked past 3 AM before we realized how late it was. Eventually, we all crashed, full of joy and cake.

  The next afternoon, he took me to a get-together with his friends. I’ll be honest—it was so, so boring. I sat quietly, smiling politely, while they talked about things I had no interest in. But the silver lining? The ride back. I sat behind him on the bike, holding onto him, letting the wind brush against my face. In that moment, all the stress and social awkwardness melted away. It felt peaceful—no more fear, no more overthinking. Just us and the road ahead.

  The rest of the week was filled with pandal hopping, lights, laughter, and chaos. We visited different parts of the city, hopping from one beautifully decorated pandal to another, soaking in the vibrant energy. We clicked goofy selfies, shared spicy street food, and watched cultural performances under the open sky. Every night ended with tired feet but full hearts.

  This Durga Puja gave me memories I’ll never forget. It started with tears but ended in joy, wrapped in surprise, love, and a little bit of butterscotch frosting.