A Cute Little Love Story

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I heard People saying they can’t forget their first love till their end, yeah may be they are right, still we don’t know why certain songs always comes up as a Fresh one though it has been released before 10 years, even few places which makes us feel why don’t we have a time machine and go back to the time where everything was simple and believe me those memories we have are our best moments we lived in our life.

 Following is such a story which I cherish always……….

In life everyone at a certain point makes them feel that they are living the most busiest time of their life and there is never going to be a time like this, yes that’s true also it happened to me… when it was happening…..

I was in my 10^th grade, I was a average student in my studies till my 9^th grade with my teachers support and care I was getting better and better and those are the time we had special classes where we need to study hard and in school they would try their level best to keep the students equipped and ready for the board exams,

That was the time I joined a new tuition where I came to know of a certain friend name h……, he was jovial and my best friend on every way, he was on his 9^th grade since we both were in the same tuition we became friends, close enough to share everything one fine evening I went to visit him at his home and to surprise he was not there instead I saw a beautiful angel which made me keep on looking at her for my first time even making me forget her mother’s presence,  at the same time I was completely invisible to her, she was applying rangoli on her floor, to be honest it was nice and that was the day I realized my favorite color was “Red” because the rangoli she was applying was “red”, basically iam not good at girls, I feel very shy to talk to them  but that day I openly said “wow it looks really good” to a girl who I don’t even know before and to handle the situation I enquired about my friend and got a reply from his mom he is away should be back in a hour, I moved from their with silence but I never thought that  I would meet her or talk to her again.

But it happened again though her house and mine are couple of blocks away the momentum of our meeting was very less and also I hardly forgot my last meeting with her then I visited my friend again and his mom was not there and he was showing me his dad’s newly bought car and honked it for me, as expected his sister came out and she knew iam there already, she voluntarily asked “who honked the car” giving me a chance to pick a conversation with her. I used the situation I was very comfortable talking with her, since my friend was there and we had a lengthy conversation, she said she never knew that me and her were on the same grade and she actually mistaken me as her brothers class mate then she was very eager in impressing me, in a short period  she showed me her writings, her marks, her certificates etc… that day went well ,even for the first time I wished the time to run slow, then remembering “Einstein’s relative theory”   I started back to home….

Then after few weeks after returning from my school ,I was informed that my English book has been taken by my friends mom since me and my friends sis are in the same grade she has taken it for reference, surprisingly the book was returned on the same day and also I was very eager to look into it. I read each and every page and there was a conversation in that book like where we play roles she renamed it with my name and her name and filled the conversation between a doctor and a patient where me playing the doctor role and she playing the patient role and the conversation was very simple, doctor asks her about the trouble she is having and she answers she is having a deep pain in her heart, then doctor asks why what the reason did you had anything, something like that, then she replies no it was because I kept thinking about you for a long time which has left a deep scar with your name engraved on it.

And soon we started exchanging our feelings through  our notes her brother and mom became our postmen, each and every day my heart started pounding faster for her, always made me think what she would write today and when I will see her , there are times even I ticked the clock faster to see her , one day she send me a bunch of question paper inside it she has written lots of letter nothing about love, she said about her and also I found her diary it spoke a lot about her even her personal stuff and I was curious in exploring  each and every page, I read thoroughly few of the pages  were pasted with glue together, I tore it and saw what’s inside, she has written about our first meeting and when she looked into my eyes she realized my feelings for her, even it made me think am I feeling something for her later we decided of talking through phone, those days these kind of technologies were not available , users of cell phones were very limited so she said she will ring me twice to my landline and disconnect the call so I should understand it is her and I need to call her back and vice versa.

Yes it worked well we spoke for hours, though we knew we are going to talk about the same  thing which we shared in the book, she was little possessive she used to tell me I heard my bro telling you were talking with other girls in the tuition, managing the situation “ she also said I know about you” I was  just Kidding.” inside my heart “ I was very happy that she is really possessive about me, and our nights even become longer I started realizing even I have become a poet, what to do whatever I tried to write about her sounded like a poem and even I won prizes for the same In my school .

“I looked into the depth of the ocean,

 So that I could measure the depth of your heart,

“Naan kadalin aalaithai parkiren,

 apothavuthu un manathin aalaithai ariyae mudiyathae endru”.

Later we got busy with our exams and kept our unfolded words, folded for weeks, then one day a boy from my neighborhood came to my home asking for my friend h….. and also he said they are searching for him at their home then I understood it is her who send the boy and rushed to the entrance of her home, she came to the entrance on her usual dress with a glittering smile … hmmm I was really stunned seeing her that close, it was my first time she held my hand I felt her warmth, I looked into her eyes it was filled tears it slowly felt in my hand like a dew and I was really broke seeing that. She asked are you going back to your place (I forgot to mention iam from a different place and I was there to complete only my 9^th and 10^th grade, so after my 10^th I need to go back to my native place). I said no iam not going back to my place and I will be staying there only. Later I returned to my home and we spoke in the phone for a while and she said….

To be continued……….