I am so sorry for what I did. I am not supposed to tell her name. Only on posting the last blog I realized what I said, and the danger. She was with me for 4 whole years. But if I said its 4, that may not be right. Because I don’t remember exactly when did that crush happened, or the day she joined my class. Anyhow one thing am sure she was mine(?) on the high school days. I saw my princess in her eyes, shown that glowing eyes when looking at me. I spent more time with girls always to have her around me on. All the homework beats she had made me cry, but I won the game of misleading people around me to have a clean image in the class always.

Those days are really awesome. I was our class leader , so lucky to live like a pet to teachers and girls as well (LOL ). In my gang, I have no boy friends and I hope you know now why I don’t have one then. My home was so near to the school, friends used to come home now and then. Some of them are so close with ma home mates. Later on the second year the second year at high school, we are at 9th std. I am again chosen as the class leader.  Pupils started rumoring around me. Here too, I was safe since the heroine was another girl in their story. So I decided to ‘love’ the girl for them, for me and ultimately for my queen. That new ‘Love story’ was a small bumper hit there. I held my tongue ‘mum’ to keep them happy and me doubtless on her.

At that times, remember its 2001, a remote rural village idiot like me have no chance to have a photo of her. So the brilliant idiot find ways to see her in his own world. Well, I do remember that scene very well. I glued one photo of a singer to one of my notebook, I argued myself that its her. I don’t know actually does they look alike. But that notebook was my everything for years. That 8th standard book was with me well maintained till +2, if am right.

Next year-We are at the final exams, to complete the portion some of the students compelled to have some classes on off days  at our teacher’s residence. Those days are really amazing, we some pupil, that include me and the girl. Having my eyes on her, the travel to my teacher’s home, the time spent there, everything was awesome.

Fact is fact…

Yes, its always like that fact is fact. The fact that I loved her is like one. But the only person who know  that fact is me only.     Yes that was the story. Everything was bright and so romantic, but she never had a chance to hear I am proposing. In-fact when being romantic around her always I was  not bothered about that basic lesson. On completion of my tenth, it happen. As in case of every immature love stories the way splits two before them. They got admitted in different schools, hardly seen, hardly or no communication. After tenth I sent her a couple of greeting cards, got the reply card too, that’s all. Four years aged my virgin love dying as virgin.

That was the story.

She was a good girl, lives with her husband and child in that idiot’s village itself. I hope they are doing good and happy. I don’t know how she react knowing my 14 year old love story, but I don’t have the right to keep my write-ups annoying someone. So let me stop here.

bye see you in another post