Oct.04

First sight

This might feel like a fictional film but yes that’s pretty romantic for me. This is a pretty interesting story.

I was 9 years old. One of most mischievous boys in school and almost a pain in the ass of authorities. While a crime was in progress in school, which involved me taking a loo break from the ongoing lecture, I walked past another class. There I saw a cute girl sipping water from her bottle. When she looked at me, she just gave me an innocent look and turned away. It was like,” OK someone is walking past while m drinking water and I should go inside” Look. I liked her. But I had a crush on other girl so I couldn’t cheat on her. (At least people take such things seriously when they are kids.) So I just simply liked her. Didn’t know her name. Later found out she was new in town. After almost two years I could finally catch her name.
Minding it, we were not the very best of buddies. Honestly we fought a lot. I mean it. A lot. And then when one day we fell for each other, neither of us had a strong memory of that sipping incident. She still doesn’t recall it ever happening. But that image is now imprinted in my memories for long.
I had been on a visit to my old school recently and I had a chance to walk past the same corridor again. N I was trying to recall that incident more deeply. I walked past that window still hoping I would get to see her still sipping on that straw. And yes, there she was. Different face but same cute eyes, hidden somewhere behind the mysterious looks and pompy cheeks, waiting to be noticed.

And what I have learned from this is, no matter whenever and  how many times I walk past that window, I am always going to find her. Giving me an innocent look and still sipping on her bottle. I m going to find her always. I am going to find the sweet girl always there with whom I fell in an ever lasting, unconditional, un breaking, innocent, cute and the most passionate form of love. It doesn’t matter if we are together or not, the mutual feeling we have for each other isn’t going anywhere. It can just be buried like a skeleton, but not destroyed. It can only be dim in our memories but a single spark will put life back in our love. It doesn’t matter if anyone believes it or not. I know it. I can only pray and hope but anytime I feel like reaching out to her, all I have to do is walk past that window.

Journey,Experiences
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