my log

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I was barely twelve when I first saw her. Walking down the corridor, she clearly stood apart from the rest of the crowd. Her long hair, dimpled smile coupled with her elegant self was enough to catch my attention. As she passed me, I felt an instant ommph in my heart. She must have taller to me by an inch or so but that didn't deter me from being smitted by her charm. All that day my head kept buzzing with her thoughts. Boy is she pretty! What is her name? Kaunsi class. Senior to nahi hai?. I had answers soon enough.

It was our house meeting. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. It was so evident that perhaps even she noticed it. Turning her eyes towards me with a concerned look, she murmered something into her friend's ears. That kind of shook me up & I realised a more discreet approach was the needed. My friend told me the essential details. She is A.B. of VI B, with 90% marks stood 2nd in her class. Wow beauty with brains, thats a rare combination.

Though I was all over her, being young & naive I couldn't really understand my feelings. Let me be candid about it, I didn't have the balls to go up to her & propose. I would have never even talked to her had it not been for our physics teacher. Shashank, go to VII B & ask Anu Batra to give her class note book. Here was my chance to impress the damsel. Confidently enough I went up to her & asked, ' Are you Anu Batra?', ofcourse she is. 'Yes' she shoot back looking in my eyes. For a moment I lost track of the happenings. 'Ma'm has asked for it.' As I was about to leave, she stopped me. Hey you can ask the teacher, she sent me. 'What's your name?' Wow now she knows me, grabbing my prized possession I joyfully returned to the class.

That was the only time I had any sort of conversation with her. We came across each other many times after this & passed off as strangers. Its ironical but we never even became acquintances let alone being friends. Thats beyond the point though, and though I have had numerous infactuations, she holds a special place in down my memory lane. The girl who taught me the meaning of love.

posted by Shashank Jain @ 10:48 AM