Date Ideas: Desi Edition
I'm in my TS Lover Era and I need some Pune date ideas so uh.. enjoy my thinking process ig
A proper date: dinner and drinks. Proper manners and polite conversation over good food and good beverages/drinks. You and your date pretend to be very serious adults with very serious jobs, and when you walk out of the restaurant you share a secret laugh as if you've pulled the greatest prank ever.
Chaha date. Standing on the side of a road under the insufficient cover of the chai stall with your fingers gripping the edge of plastic cups or mud tumblers, taking a deep sniff and closing your eyes at the smell of veldoda that wafts up. Looking up and catching their gaze already fixed on you, and looking back down, feeling the heat spread over your cheeks. You attribute it to the chaha's steam, but you know that's a lie. When you look back up, they're wating for you. They wink, and you nearly drop your cup, making them stifle a giggle.
Kulfi date. It's a crowded lane and you cram into the little hole in the wall kulfi parlour that's been there since your parents were children, excited smiles on both your faces. You order laal peru and request them to sprinkle chilli powder on top. Your partner gives you a dramatic scandalized look that has you cracking up and orders a sitafal kulfi without the chilli, please and thank you. With a lot of whining and teasing and mischievous smiles, you finally get them to taste your kulfi, and it ends with them ordering it for themself. You lean back in your chair and grin smugly even as they roll their eyes.
Book thrifting. Hands held, you walk into your usual book shop, a smile lighting up your face at the familiar smell of mogra and yellowing pages that hangs in the little room. It's a tiny shop in the basement of a shady old plaza, but it always has the best second hand books. The idea is to buy a book you think the other will enjoy, and then discuss them when you are done reading them. You pick up Ruined by Paula Morris, because you remember the three M's that your date swears by: Magic, Murder and Mystery. This is a perfect blend of all three, and you rather think they'll enjoy it. When you meet them at the counter, they have Nashtaneer by Rabindranath Thakur in their hands. You both grin at each other.
Juna Bazaar is as crowded as always. You giggle as they grip your wrist and drag you from shop to shop, rambling about their lecture in college. The sonchafa that you had tucked behind their ear is still there, and it makes something warm settle in your heart. You keep your mind on the mission though: buy three of the most interesting things you see, and then explain why you think it is interesting. They gasp and snap up a beautiful crystal vial like a magpie. It turns out to be kajal, made the traditional way. "You have to!" they insist, "it'll look so good with your pretty eyes!" You turn red and accept the little wand, dragging it between your eyelids. When you're done, your partner stares at you with their lips parted. Just as you're about to wave in front of their eyes and ask if they're okay, they lean forward and steal a lightning-fast kiss. "Too darn pretty for your own good, you are."
Camp area date! You two take a whole day to just stroll through Camp, pulling each other into random shops and cafés, looking at everything and eating from restaurants and roadside stalls alike. Your partner drags you deep into a sketchy looking plaza, and you find a clothing shop that sells the most random fashion items. You go to an ittr and perfume store. You visit Pasteur Ice Cream, Cafe Peter, the chaat stalls near Clover Centre and the barbeque corn stalls a little ways from Kumar Plaza. At the end of the day, you go home and show each other all your purchases; they bought you a bejewelled purse that goes with that one pair of your heels and you squeal over it, you bought them a chandan attar because you remember them mentioning it being their favourite smell and they immediately rub it over their wrists with a bright smile.
The two of you are tucked into a little corner of the garden. Sitting on an old bedsheet with several lunchboxes filled with bhel, samosa, kaju katli, shrikhand, slices of mango and watermelon and a bunch of green grapes. Your phone plays a familiar tune— Ishq Wala Love, and you're mouthing the lyrics in the most dramatic style that you can, revelling in the laughter of your partner. There is a mogra cha gajra braided into your hair and three roses tucked behind their ear; your little gifts to each other. Their eyes gleam bright with mirth, lips curved upward into a wide grin, and you can't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to their lips. This picnic date is the best idea you've had in a while, you think, and the late spring flowers in bloom are the perfect addition.
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I don’t know much about relationships. I’ve spent most of my life avoiding them, but I have never felt this way before. You consume my dreams, wants, and desires. I want to protect you with every bone in my body, but more than that, I want to be the one who makes you happy.
~ Forbidden Hearts by Corinne Michaels
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Pov : he's that 'jab we met' wala Aditya but in a Delhi wala way.
He interestingly listens to your non stop bak bak when you both are sitting in the metro sharing your earbuds and listening to vintage Romantic Bollywood. Always admiring your face as you talk. Says "geet tum pagal ho chuki ho" to your "mai toh bhag Rahi hu" plans, goes roaming around with you, Holds all your bags while you bargain with that one shopkeeper in sarojini nagar goes on golgappas and kulfi dates with you, dances in the rain with you on "tum se hi" near India gate, gifts you janpath Wale jhumkas, his eyes don't leave you when you wear kajal and bindi, Brings that "ye lo jala do" energy in your life when something bothers you. he is a silent lover,He Pushes back your zulfe behind your ears, Feeds you roti sabzi while your mehandi is drying on your hands, helps you with your saree pleats and that's his way of telling you that he loves you,he is your 'Aditya'.
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CHOOSE YOUR LOVESTORY
This is a little choice based fun game that I wanted to try. All you have to do is to choose the picture, make your choice and go on with the story. Tell me the results that you get in the end. ❤️
The stories are from the perspective of a heterosexual female who lives in North India.
Choose a home.
Home 1 Home 2 Home 3
(Please keep in mind that I'm nothing but a science student who loves desi aesthetic and please find it in yourself to pardon my historical inaccuracies if you find them, or text me in my inbox to share what i got wrong and what i can get right.)
I'll be sharing this story in a few parts scheduled at different days so hopefully you'll follow through and will like it. ❤️
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