year 2004 -
Then, it'd been 3 years living in Delhi. The metropolitan has had its effects on me, turning a shy, naivé, introvert (yea i am not exaggerating :P) into what people call notorious one.
I was in 9th standard. It was my first day at school after summer holidays. Waiting for the school bus at the stop, I saw her for the first time, angelic she looked. Startled by her beauty, my eyes were affixed on her, I kept on staring at her for few mins, later realizing it'd got a bit awkward for both of us, I tried to look away, but the constant urge made me steal her glances from time to time. Later, I found that she has moved to just 2 blocks away from my place.
My constant efforts to befriend her didn't go in vain and soon we started to have conversations, mostly formal at the beginning, later turning into more casual ones, leading us from being 'just' friends to 'bestest' of friends, with sharing our deepest secrets, and hanging out together for most of the times.
year 2005 -
It was the next year, summer had passed by and it'd been more than a year since I first met her. Monsoon succeeded the summer, and it was raining, we went out together. Dark skies, rain was lashing down . . . . . I slipped my hand into hers. 'Frightened and freaked out she was' , told her countenance carried by her pink face, but the warmth her smile gave is still alive. I still remember her eyes, bright as ever.
Winters followed the rain and something unfortunate happened, she was moving away; far from me, far from Delhi; her father had been posted and so she had to go. I was left alone, once again; roaming those empty streets alone, with loneliness as an audience.
Soon, we had to move too. New school, new friends, new surrounding and most importantly 'time', all played their part in easing the pain, they say "time is a great healer" and indeed it is.
Year, 2011 -
It'd been almost 5 years since she left, since I saw her last. And as life moves on, I met a whole bunch of new people, friends, pretty girls ;-). But still sometimes on a rainy day, when I sit in open, getting drenched in rain, with the rain drops wetting my hair and skin, her memories sit by my side ; the pink warmth of her face, her smile ; floats in the cloudy hazy atmosphere in front of me, like the lyrics of some lost pink floyd's song disappearing in the background.
Leaving me with a question that "If it was my first encounter with love or a mere crush", the answer remains UNDECIDED.
