[ C.V is me ]
C.V., now having completed the 8th grade, is with his grandparents, returning home from a summer visit to his aunt’s house in Guntur. They’re at the Vijayawada Bus Station, waiting to catch their bus to Kothagudem.
Amid the swirl of bus horns, hurried footsteps, and loudspeakers echoing last calls, C.V. has frozen in place, his eyes locked on a figure only a few yards away—a girl in a soft, pink dress that seems to float like lotus petals with her every movement. For him, the world slows, almost breathless, as if he’s stepped into a live fairy tale unfolding before him.
His heart thuds, and suddenly, every detail is thrown into vivid relief. High above, on an old, rusty TV screen hanging from a pole, a scene from *Tangled* flickers to life. The timing feels fated, the moment almost uncanny: Eugene’s first sight of Rapunzel, her golden hair falling like a waterfall, her eyes wide with innocence and wonder. In his mind, the scene perfectly mirrors his own, as he gazes at this girl, transfixed. It's as if the universe has orchestrated the scene just for him, blurring the lines between reality and enchantment.
She laughs with her family, her voice ringing through the air, warm and light as morning sunlight spilling across an open field. Her eyes crinkle softly behind her glasses, her face alight with genuine joy. There’s something timeless in her smile, a purity that feels untouched, and C.V. can’t look away. Her dark hair glistens under the warm light, and the soft pink of her dress glows as if kissed by the morning sun—a lotus blooming on the shore of some distant, mythical lake.
In that enchanted moment, a silent exclamation fills his heart: “Oooooooh God… I could die peacefully just watching her laugh”.
C.V., now having completed the 8th grade, is with his grandparents, returning home from a summer visit to his aunt’s house in Guntur. They’re at the Vijayawada Bus Station, waiting to catch their bus to Kothagudem.
Amid the swirl of bus horns, hurried footsteps, and loudspeakers echoing last calls, C.V. has frozen in place, his eyes locked on a figure only a few yards away—a girl in a soft, pink dress that seems to float like lotus petals with her every movement. For him, the world slows, almost breathless, as if he’s stepped into a live fairy tale unfolding before him.
His heart thuds, and suddenly, every detail is thrown into vivid relief. High above, on an old, rusty TV screen hanging from a pole, a scene from *Tangled* flickers to life. The timing feels fated, the moment almost uncanny: Eugene’s first sight of Rapunzel, her golden hair falling like a waterfall, her eyes wide with innocence and wonder. In his mind, the scene perfectly mirrors his own, as he gazes at this girl, transfixed. It's as if the universe has orchestrated the scene just for him, blurring the lines between reality and enchantment.
She laughs with her family, her voice ringing through the air, warm and light as morning sunlight spilling across an open field. Her eyes crinkle softly behind her glasses, her face alight with genuine joy. There’s something timeless in her smile, a purity that feels untouched, and C.V. can’t look away. Her dark hair glistens under the warm light, and the soft pink of her dress glows as if kissed by the morning sun—a lotus blooming on the shore of some distant, mythical lake.
In that enchanted moment, a silent exclamation fills his heart: “Oooooooh God… I could die peacefully just watching her laugh”.