There she was. I had known her ever since I can remember. Most part of my childhood was spent with her. When I was with her, my mind would just go on and explore her coutless little features. When I was not with her, I would be recounting the time spent with her. My friends were also mad about her. They had also fallen for her. And so have a million others. She had her rules. Yet the rules always produced different ways of approaching her. What's on her mind even the greatest observers could not tell. To everyone, she showed a different feature and everyday we would try to decipher this new feature. My friends told me she can never be mine as so many others felt the same too. Yet my child-like enthusiasm blinded what my rational mind tried to tell me. Love is blind; I learnt much later. So true like a man in love, I tried to meet her, tried to impress her with my skills, tried to learn the zillion expressions she had so that for one moment I can find what her mind thinks. I courted her day and night for when she was with me, I felt alive. I felt this is the greatest moment in my life. I lived in this esctatic state for years. I met her daily to feel her, to make myself live another day. However, as in every Hindi movie, you always have a villian.
Here it was studies. I tried first to manage both. In the beginning I was successful. As the years piled on, I was seeing more of studies and less and less of her. I was thinking about her, whenever I could find time for she was always there, waiting for me to come and meet her. Slowly and steadily, the daily meet was reduced to weekly meets, and then the meets disappeared. Still I was able to look at her, adored her intricacies that I had fantasized for so long. I could look at her continuously sometimes secretely sometimes openly.
As I was getting used to this, then came another villain which is so non-Bollywood. This was Work. Now I had to leave my city and had to go away from her. For months I could not see her. Sometimes during a year, I would get a chance to meet her for a while and phoosh! She would vanish, citing some or the other reason. As seeing her became rarer and meeting still rarer, my hopes started diminishing. These days, I can only read about her what my friends say. Sometimes I can see her online updates or descriptions of her from some new fool. So I wait these days, hoping against hope for a miracle....
So thats my story of Valentine day. Ending this on a quote by some guy like me -
PS: Guess who she is. A hint - she shares her name with a type of insect"You can never forget your first love"
Wishing you all
Happy Valentine's day
At least in U.S. people would have just woken up to it. :)
This is my offering on Carnival of Love hosted by Megz.
Updated on 18th Feb:
She is the game of cricket.