the story is based on my real life story and the things I just want to say is I made a big mistake by not choosing you but it's made me realise that how much I love you my Mr alien👽 and the things I learned is to love someone is no need to be with that person and no need that if you love someone deeply is not meant to be get back that love from that person and i wish and hope your gonna love this story of mtmy childhood funny love story show my mistake in comment to improve and i start writing to post this story but i want to collect people first and I decided to post this story because it's was the best part I'm waiting from a while. I wrote this story on the time I can't stop thinking about him I decided to write it down on my note app to release my feelings in a better way and as you know that "the storys you write is live forever" I don't want to die this story because we stop talking and stop those things which we use to do I'm glad to decided to write it in here now enjoy it with me and this is the introduction so I'm here with the songs which made me feel about more about him hope you can feel too😌🦋 your comments are matters for me remember that.

"Join us on an unforgettable adventure to Orchid Park, where laughter, new friendships, and memories come to life. From playful swings to cultural performances, we explore the beauty of nature, stumble upon unexpected encounters, and embrace the joy of simple moments. This day is a reminder that sometimes, the best memories are made when we least expect them."

Episode's:-

1) English tution trip, meeting friends and an intriguing encounter

2) Visiting orkit park, enjoying activities, and bonding with friends

3) Reflection on the trip, school life and lounging for connections

4) Unexpected massage, surprising revelations, and new connections

5) Heartfelt confession, secrecy and blossoming emotions

6) mom's practices, reviews and perseverance

7) new year, mom reconnect with Mr alien then distance herself

8) exam section, mom's self discovery and Vishal's confession

9) last talk with him

10) what is 666 number in my story? & what is 1313 means? What is meaning of Mr 👽alien? what is the meaning of bright star? And my best quote for my teenage 💔😭Heartbreakers

Musics you can have vibes with like me:-

1) Hum nashe main toh nahin | pritam, arjit singh, tulsi kumar

2) Aaj sajeya | Goldie sohel

(^⁠_⁠^) Left and write | jongkok, Charlie puth

4) Ava | Famy

5) I'm yours | Isabel larosa

6) Until I found you | Stephen Sanchez, Em beihold

7) Die for you | The weekend

8) Happier | Olivia rodrigo

9) Hurt so good | Astrid S

10) one kiss × I was never there | Farizki

11) That's what I want | Lil nas x

12) Queen of heart | Starla Edney

13) Love story | indilindila

14) Under the influence | chris brown

15) Dandelions | Ruth. B

16) Blue | Gabriela bee, powfu

17) favorite lesson | yaeow

18) thousand years | Christina Perri

November 6, 2022. The day started like any other, but with a bit more excitement—I was heading to my English tuition class early because our teacher had planned a trip for all of us. My father and I waited outside the center for my best friend, Karishma, to arrive. I was anxious to get going but was equally eager to see her.

A few minutes passed, and a junior girl arrived. She was a little shorter than me, wearing a white T-shirt with a dark jean jacket and jeans to match. She seemed shy, but I struck up a conversation. It helped that my father knew her mother, making the introduction a bit smoother. Just as we were getting to know each other, I spotted Karishma. She wore a light green T-shirt with a "Friend" necklace that I’d gifted her, dark jeans, and a pair of blue Crocs. It was a simple but cute outfit that was so her.

Kirti as I often call her, has been my closest friend since the fifth grade. We have so much in common—we both have older sisters, younger brothers, and share a love for Doraemon, painting, and traveling. We even write letters to each other and exchange diaries every week, capturing all our daily thoughts and memories. In fact, I still have the diary we started back on August 27, 2019, and it’s 2024 now! However, as close as we are, things have changed a bit. Somewhere after eighth grade, we drifted. Maybe it was growing up or just changing interests, but our inseparable bond softened.

“Hey! When did you get here?” Kirti greeted me, with that familiar mischievous smile.

“Way before you!” I teased back.

Soon, our teacher called us into the classroom for attendance. I took a seat in the front row, and as I glanced back, I was surprised to see at least twenty other students—most of them older guys. I’d thought this trip was just for ninth and tenth graders. A momentary surprise, but I brushed it off quickly, too excited for the day to get bogged down by details.

When it was time to board the bus, Kirti and I snagged a spot around the fourth row, left side. I got the window seat, and she sat beside me. We snapped a few pictures and waved to our parents through the glass as they reminded us to call as soon as we reached the park. About fifteen minutes later, the bus finally rumbled to life, and we were off. Kirti and I had planned to listen to our favorite songs on the ride, but the Bluetooth headphones I’d ordered hadn’t arrived in time. We were a bit disappointed, but I decided to capture the moments on video instead.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him—a boy standing near the front, wearing a black shirt with white dots and a pair of headphones around his neck. He was playing music over the bus speakers for everyone to enjoy. I thought it was thoughtful of him, though at that moment, he was just a passing detail in a day I was otherwise wrapped up in.

As the bus sped down the road, we watched trees whiz by, gazed at mountains in the distance, and even spotted an American couple riding in an open jeep. The whole bus was alive with energy; students were dancing and laughing, soaking in every second of freedom.

After a few hours, the bus stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. The place was crowded, so when Kirti and I returned from the restroom, we found a small, empty table off to the side. A few minutes later, the boy from the bus sat down across from us with his friend. Now I noticed his outfit more clearly—a white T-shirt with a blue-painted lower half, black pants, and square glasses. Funny enough, we even had matching shoes, something I’d only find amusing a whole year later when I remembered this day.

Breakfast was simple—roti and dal—and after filling up, we hopped back on the bus for the final stretch to our destination: Orchid Park

We finally reached the park, and as soon as we entered, we went to get our tickets. A few people ahead of us in line were pretending to be students to get a discount, which made me laugh—such a silly thing to do, but we all knew the tricks. After purchasing our tickets, we passed through the gate. Right in front, there was a guy welcoming everyone with a broad smile. He seemed so cheerful, but when he saw us wearing our masks, his curiosity got the best of him.

"Hello, ma'am, welcome to the park! Why are you wearing masks? There’s no pollution inside here, ma'am," he said, looking at us in a slightly confused way.

I smiled at him and responded, "No, no, we’re wearing them because of COVID-19!" We exchanged another smile before we walked past him, feeling like little kids again. Even though we were getting older, we still had that playful energy, and it felt good to be silly once in a while.

As we walked further into the park, we were surrounded by so many vibrant flowers with different names I couldn’t even remember. There were water fountains sparkling in the sun, a boating area where people were enjoying the peaceful water, and even a bamboo house that looked like it belonged in a storybook. Naturally, Kirti and I took turns clicking photos and recording all the special moments, laughing at each shot, and joking around as if we were still in elementary school.

One of the highlights of the day was watching the cultural program. People danced in such beautiful and unique costumes, performing moves that were both graceful and funny. The dances were so different from what we were used to seeing, and we couldn’t help but laugh a little at how charming and unexpected some of the moves were. We recorded bits of the performance to show our parents later, excited to share these new experiences with them.

After the cultural program, we walked around the park and stumbled upon the instrument museum, where we learned about the variety of musical instruments used in Assam. It was fascinating to see how music had evolved over the years. We also explored exhibits that showcased old Assamese traditions—everything from ancient tools to intricate garments. It was like stepping back in time, and I loved seeing how creative and resourceful people were.

As we continued walking, I noticed a girl sitting on the stairs, looking off in the direction of the boy I had spotted earlier—he was the one with his friend, enjoying a boat ride. I couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing, like something out of a movie. Curious, I walked over and sat next to her. Kirti was busy recording a video, so I had the chance to talk to the girl. Her name was Priya, and she was a 9th grader from another school. We talked for a bit about the park, the cultural program, and our shared love for traveling. After a brief chat, I said goodbye to her and moved on, feeling glad to have made a new acquaintance.

Later on, Kirti and I decided to visit the children’s park. We knew we were 15, but there’s something about the swings that brings out the child in you. Unfortunately, a crowd of students had gathered around the swings, eagerly waiting their turn. We decided to leave and find another one. As we were walking around, we spotted the boy from the bus again, this time sitting on a larger swing with his friend. I don’t know why, but there was something strangely comforting about seeing him again.

We decided to join them, even though the swing was a bit bigger than what we were used to. It felt a little silly, but we took turns sitting on it, chatting with them in between swings. Kirti, being more outgoing, talked to them effortlessly, while I kept to myself a little, more reserved. Eventually, we all got to know each other a bit, and it felt good to just enjoy the moment.

After some time, we bought some snacks and made our way back to the bus. My foot was sore from all the running and playing, but I didn’t mind—everything had been so fun that it didn’t matter. As soon as everyone was on board, we headed to our next stop: Shiv Mandir. The temple was beautiful, and we spent a lot of time there, just soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. We played our favorite song, Hum Nashe Mein Toh Nahi, on a portable speaker and danced a little, not caring if anyone was watching. The excitement from the whole day had kept us energized, and my sore foot almost seemed to vanish in the thrill of it all.

By the time we got back on the bus, I could barely believe the day was over. My excitement was still high, and we made a mini vlog of the trip, laughing about how silly we looked dancing and acting like kids. I still watch that video from time to time, remembering everything—how carefree and happy we were, how every moment felt so special.

At the end of the trip, my dad picked me up from the same spot, and we headed home, tired but so happy. It was one of those days that felt like a small adventure, with so many moments I’ll never forget.