LOVE
For some people love is life…for some love is doing just anything for a special one ….or for someone love is just like any other feeling of happiness or sadness…
But for me it’s a sense of purity…a feeling which is not described …something which is only felt. Like listening to rabindrosangeet while watching the first rain of monsoon through the window...
My first love, when I was of only 13. The day I realized that I love u, the nicest day of my life which I will never forget. You were senior to me and one of the best-looking guys of my school so firstly I felt it was just infatuation but as I got to know you, I gradually fell for u.
Those silent glances from each others class corridors, secret talks, bunking classes to meet behind the school building, red roses, the doorie song... All were the ways how we expressed our feelings. I still remember our first new year and the greeting exchange… I was hesitating so much but it was all because of Kartika who pulled me to take me towards your classroom and finally I got to see the spark in your eyes as I greeted u…those summer days I used to wake u up by giving more than 20 missed calls…my days started with u and nights ended with your dreams and in about no time I found the whole school gossiping about us (result of being popular in the school)..
But beautiful things don’t last forever…amidst my ego and your over- attitude the love vanished…you found your own way leaving me behind …
Now I am also heading towards a new life. Those memories are now fading away, but still they will have a permanent impression in some corner of my heart throughout my life.....
And this way my first love story remains incomplete..
But still I hope to find my true love..the one who will complete me, truly love me and know me ..the one who will be there for me forever.........
