If you are someone who knows me well, you probably know how delusional I can get sometimes when it comes to love. My idea of love for the longest time has been something like this: Someday there will be a man who sees me smiling, laughing, or dancing, and in that one moment he will just know. He will fall in love with me, and the rest will be history. Yes, yes. I know what you are thinking. Honestly even I am thinking the same :P PRACHIIIIII, YE SAB REAL LIFE ME NAHI HOTA. And I do agree!!!! I would, however, like to blame Bollywood for at least part of this delusion. Our heroes have spent decades falling helplessly in love because someone's dupatta got stuck in their watch, because she turned around in slow motion, or because the wind conveniently decided to cooperate at exactly the right moment. Real life, unfortunately, appears to have significantly worse production design (Oops!) But if you strip away all the dramatic background music and flying dupattas, I think there is somet...