Friends, My first crush is different than most. Not because it’s more special but rather because its unique.
26 march 2008 1st day
of 11th standard when a blue eyed girl walked into my life. 5.5 feet
tall, vivid complexion, silky black hairs. Her Roll no. was 28, she
wore a white skirt, white shirt with red hair band. It was her 1st
day of school, watching her walk to her seat is the most found memory I have of
her, all the wilens, guitars started in my mind…. Needless to say I was
spell bound by her beauty so much so that all my midterm results went for a
toss. Maa ka ladla begard gaya tha… A glimpse of her made my day. Staring
her was my hobby and following her was my passion. Initially I could never
approach her, slowly we started talking and on a school trip I took her out for
a dinner…. I thought Yes, but NO
there I got to know that she is my best friend’s girlfriend.
My heart was broken. I asked god,
why me god ? why me ? I liked one girl and you took her away even before
giving me any chance. I was completely shattered; I acted like a piece of
useless furniture.
Then Amir khan came to my
rescue, he said life m 3 cheejo k beech nahi bhagne ka bus, train or chokiri, 1
gaye dusri ate hai , 2 gali teesri ate hai. So I gathered all the strength
I had left, I focused my energy for my final term and I passed with flying colors.
Having a crush on someone is one the most exhilarating/ mesmerizing experience. Even though it may be silly and immature you get in touch with your emotions you never knew … you could feel. I guarantee you, you can never feel that by reading romantic novels or watching romantic movies. You can only feel it when your heart starts beating for someone else.
Having a crush on someone is one the most exhilarating/ mesmerizing experience. Even though it may be silly and immature you get in touch with your emotions you never knew … you could feel. I guarantee you, you can never feel that by reading romantic novels or watching romantic movies. You can only feel it when your heart starts beating for someone else.
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