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I'm on the waiting list of Princeton University, and Ben Gross

Ben? Academic Nemesis? Nerd? Ben Gross? 
What else one needs? 
Marrying a man who is Ben 📸

Since childhood I've always been fascinated by the characters who are complete geeks. I always fall in love with dorks. I don't mind simping over some innocent guy who has an introverted personality but is bombarded with talents. Have you ever seen them when they talk about something they passionately love and believe in? The aura they hold. My friends told me I resonate a lot like DEVI, I used to think otherwise. Further, I thought of watching it after years of its release to ease depression. Thus, I finished watching “Never Have I Ever,” an Indo American series gauging well the life students hold with no sugar coating stuff. 
Oh! You can cancel the carpentry and swimming skills Mr Paxton holds. 🔥 
I love the details series holds by uplifting all characters in a realistic manner. I relate to friendship bonds, downfalls in different life realms, crushing over the most handsome men, and the urge to [spoiler alert]kiss Ben Gross when he helps Davi to submerge her dad's ashes in the sea when she thinks she lost all hope. I couldn't be crazy enough to be happy for Paxton on getting his admission in a college by his hard work, discipline and dedication and as My friend Ekta says, "PAXTON STRONG WILL OF LEARNING IN ACADEMIC AND NEVER BEING ASHAMED FOR ASKING HELP,” is truly inspiring. 

I can go a day while talking about the mastery of the show but let me hold onto my love- Ben. I manifest a man like Ben. Getting married to Ben will be the happy tears on wedding day. The wedding bells, floral decoration, seat covered in a bow near the small lake with close friends will become the witness. Not going to reveal my wedding journal like Monica Geller. 
It's been days where I call my friends to cry over my panic attacks till I saw this show. Comfort is in fiction that's all I know since then. The tingling in the stomach this show gave me was truly an essence of dreams I own. Uff! The mixture of simplicity, genius and conversation with depths even during a comic interlude made me rejoice in bliss. 
The “Rejection Letter” from the University hit me to core because I've been there many times, and I'm still going through this. Sometimes, I too think of giving up on writing the last letter to college like Devi because my dreams feel like slipping away sands in my hands. I've lost both beautiful and treacherous people with mundane memories but I've not lost myself yet. And that's the win I accept. 
Just like Devi I've many issues [one can see that in my writing ] but I know if it's not a happy ending, it's not my ending. 

If it doesn't, I'll dream Fabiola as my friend when she told paralyzed overachiever Devi these words, 
“One day, you will walk again. If not, I will build you legs.”

Let dreams do the logic! Because they are the only sparkle left; ofcourse after my glowy skin received by my tears, laughter, envy, and gratitude. 

[I'm stopping to build my nest now, just to dream about Ben and Devi in dream University, this time as Professors] 

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