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My First Crush

Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things!

Here I am today, sharing with you, a beautiful memory of My First Crush, which tickles me and brings a smile, whenever it crosses my mind.



It was magical fall of 2003, when I saw him for the first time, in a wedding reception, midst of happy faces, positive emotions, flowers, lights, food and music- a perfect setting!

I was busy chatting with friends and family, meeting new people, catching up with acquaintances and that's when he caught my eyes. Dressed in a light peach shirt and a black Armani suit, that charming face, sporting a perfect smile, didn't fail in leaving me spellbound. He was one of the groomsmen, with mesmerizing hazel eyes, who succeeded in impressing me, without even trying!

He caught me staring and smiled, leaving me embarrassed. Unprepared for this, I became conscious despite looking my best, and hastily started looking somewhere else with an air of sophistication - a stupid and foolish act, I would say.
To my surprise, he would pass that hypnotizing smile every time we crossed ways, confusing me furthermore.

My sweet-tooth forced me to join the end of a long queue for desserts. He was also a part of that queue, though way ahead of me, but it was enough to keep me motivated.
Moments later, he was standing in front of me, with a plateful of dessert. Then to my surprise, he handed the plate to me, smiled and left.
And guess what, I never thanked him, as my dumb brain, was so busy processing this suddenness and registering the words he said - "This is for you!"

Savoring the desserts, I concluded - "He was noticing me as well"  o_O
- at least I would love to remember it that way.

It was time to leave and my eyes were searching for him, and then I found the most expressive eyes, smiling back. Though I never saw him again, but still, I vividly remember him, his smile and his eyes!

I was too young to understand infatuation, crush or love at first sight then. But whenever I travel down the memory lane, I can't agree more, that no one ever in my life, attracted me like he did.
I still search for those smiling eyes, which swept me off my feet!

In our life, we meet several people. Some, we never think about again. Some, we wonder what happened to them. There are some, that we wonder if they ever think about us. And then there are some, we wish, we never had to think about again, but we do.

Memory is a way of holding onto what you love, what you are and what you never want to lose!

Comments

  1. Well written...... Good going....:)

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  2. "I never said Thank you!, as my dumb brain, was so busy processing this suddenness and registering the words he said - "This is for you!" "

    This line is too good :)... and whole blog is superb... sweet,innocent and precious feelings :)... keep writing dear :)

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  3. Superb di... :) First crush is always special and we do so much stupid things...hehehe... :P I hope he reads this blog. :)

    Chinki. :)

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  4. Good addy.. I like ur way of keeping memories alive...

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  5. Memories remain like fragrances of past that still excite your taste-buds. You realize if you identify the ingredients, and you long for more if you don't.. Sublime like Jack Daniels on rocks :)

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    1. Sublime like Jack Daniels on rocks! I think I know what you mean ;)

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