Pranav_Kumar_Sappa

Surya is just a regular middle-class guy with small dreams and a soft heart. In school, he falls for Chandu a rowdy, bold girl who saves him once and steals his heart forever. But just when he gathers the courage to confess, she disappears. Later, he learns she died. His world falls apart. Years pass. In college, just when he begins to heal, he meets a girl who reminds him exactly of Chandu the way she walks, talks, even the attitude. For a moment, he thinks fate has given him a second chance. He falls again. But things don’t go as planned. That girl isn’t Chandu. And she’s hiding fears of her own. Caught between the memories of his past and the mess of his present, Surya decides to stop chasing love — and chase meaning instead. He takes the pain, the people, and the pieces of his life… and turns them into stories. Stories that one day make him the director he always dreamed of becoming.
This is a journey of first love, loss, and rediscovery — where not every goodbye is final, and not every love ends in heartbreak.

I Loved. I Lost. I Directed.

But it didn't feel like college at all.It felt like someone had turned our dull campus into a temple, a mela, and a wedding hall all at once.

Lights everywhere.Music echoing.People in ethnic wear glowing like festival lamps.Sarees, kurtas, smiles.

Plain jeans. Casual shirt.No special dressing.Not because I was rebellious…But I never felt comfortable in Traditionals.

Maybe it reminded me too much of functions at home.Maybe I didn't want to feel out of place again.So I just stayed simple. Ordinary.

Pavan in maroon kurta looking like a groom who lost his baraat.

Vinod wore something loud enough to be heard in space.

Raju wore the most basic white and still looked royal.

Vicky… looked like a politician's spoiled son.

And Sreeja? She was glowing yellow lehenga, matching bangles, and that never-ending smile.

When we all met, I thought I'd just blend in like usual.

But then came the group photo moment.

They were lining up near the banner, a few parallels offering to click for us.

Sreeja suddenly paused and looked at me.

Before I could ask, she whispered something to Vicky and Raju.

They rushed somewhere and came back in 10 minutes…with a white pancha and a matching shawl.

Vinod laughed. "You're not escaping this. You're our brother from another tradition today."

Pavan helped me wear it like he's been doing it all his life.

It didn't feel awkward.It felt… right.

For the first time in forever…I felt like I belonged.

The photo is clicking my heart was full of happiness.

Small tears are about to drop from eyes.

Then the photo clicked I acted like something went into my eyes just to escape that happy tears.Like I wasn't the one left out.Like someone saw me, cared enough to include me — not forcefully, but beautifully.

But the real smile bloomed inside.

We danced like mad people at off stage.We weren't performers, but the crowd joined us.

We just danced like mental disorder people not at all related to song genre. Just shaking legs and hands.

Clapping, shouting, spinning.We sang. We screamed.We became the fest.

That night, I went home tired.But happy.

Usually, I talk to it.But that night… I just smiled.

And the star?It twinkled, like it was smiling back.

"See, Chandu? I'm okay. I found people who really cares and see me."

A Picture Worth a Thousand Emotions