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It seems so easy to give up now after getting tired; fighting the world this way, how many joys will we gather for ourselves?
To My Secret Santa
I don’t know who my Secret Santa actually is…but something in my vibe, my intuition, my inner Spotify algorithm
keeps telling me she’s a she so I’m writing this exactly like that.
And honestly?
She’s been the cute n mysterious and fun part of this whole event.
Every task she gives me feels like sooo thoughtful, funny, creative
the kind of tasks that make me smile like I just heard
‘heeriye heeriye aa’ at the perfect timing.
She never gave anything harsh [yet]
sometimes she wants me to be dramatic like a Bollywood heroine in slow motion for no reason.
So yeah…
until the reveal, I’m trusting my intuition n calling her she ... or is it he ?
Santa, whoever you are…
thank you for making my December feel like a lil extra pretty ..
Soft, sweet, funny, and full of tiny moments I’ll remember .
Sometimes you have to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they are fooling you.
Nee peru vintene naa hrudayam thaduthundi,
Nee choopule vaste lokaanni marchesthundi,
Bujji, nuvvu unna chotey naa prapancham modalavuthundi,
Nee prema naalo padina paata laaga vinipisthundi,
Nee kalalo prathi saari nenu kallolam avuthunna,
Nuvve naa melody… naa jeevitham lo one and only Bujji
