First Love

Crayon stories #1

First Love <3

The clock strikes 5, a cute, beautiful, bubbly girl sat in front of a dell laptop, scratching her head. She seemed confused and in search of something. One string of hair from the untied set danced front and back near her ears.

"Neethane En Ponvasantham", my all-time favourite film, I watched it for the 17th time. Wow, what a creation, hats off Gautham Menon Sir. I use to repeat the same words the past 16 times I saw it too. Suddenly I heard a whispering sound, I sensed the voice as a most familiar and sweet one. The third time I heard the whispering sound, but this time it was clear, the voice whispered "Aadhav" I slowly opened my eyes, my favourite tiger clock in front of me showed 30min past 7. That was the time I realized the 17th time wasn't real. But who whispered my name? The answer was beside me, a girl, that beautiful, cute, bubbly girl who was sitting on my bed, in my room. Yeah, that cute girl belonged to me, she is mine.

She had a small face, pinky cheeks and a small bindi between her eyebrows. That added beauty to my beautiful girl. She seemed in need of help. "Good Morning Aahalya" said I, she replied Good morning in a low tone. Then she continued, I didn't get any ideas for my story. Aadhav can you help me? Last time, please said she.

Aahalya, the multi-talented girl. An MBA graduate from IIM Ahmedabad, she studied MBA only because of her parent's compulsion. Actually, she was interested in literature, in specific writing short stories. Her secondary job, hobby, etc. is only writing short stories. Her stories had life in it, they portrayed reality, especially love stories. They could even change the attitude of people. Those attracted me a lot. But these words this morning made, many questions arise in my mind. Is something wrong with her? Was the first among them.

Aahalya writes short stories for the weekly magazine "Hindustan Times". This week she requires a short story about a boy and two girls she said. But couldn't find any, thus she approached me. There is a specific reason for that too. Isn't it funny that the CEO of a multinational company finding stories for his wife. She had only four days left to complete her short story. We will sit together and come out with a wonderful story, but not now, I have a tight schedule today, I said . Then didn't even speak a word and she left the room.

Later I dropped her in her office and left to my work. I entered my room that is given to me in my office. The most creative place where I created each every brick of it. As usual the day went tight packed. She didn't even call me once.

Then I picked her and went back home around 5. We refreshed ourselves and sat in front of her Dell laptop.

We had a cup of coffee filled with love. We saw many movies that evening so that we could get something from it for Aahalya's story. But it was useless, Aahalya too, seemed adamant in her concept of the short story. When we were watching 2 states, she asked me a question, which we promised each other that we won't ask after marriage. That question took me to a few incidents that happened in my life.

It was about 8 months ago, my parents were in search of bride for me. At that time came her photo to me. The moment I saw her photo, my heart told me, "she was born for you". Nothing else ran in my mind other than to meet that girl who was born for me. In another two hours I was sitting in a place, yeah in her house to see her. She came out in a green silk sari. The most beautiful girl in the world stood in front of me dressed in green. I threw all my Samantha, Hansika, Alia dreams into the trash. At that moment my heart again told me something that I'll never forget till my death. It said me "Don't miss her, she is yours".

After much difficulty I managed to get the permission of both our parents to have a chat with her. We both stood on her balcony. For the first 5 minutes only silence remained there. I felt if this continues all my preparations will be in vain. So I started, "I just wanna tell you something, it's up to you whether you take it in a positive or negative manner". I fell in love when I saw your photo, I want you as my girl till the last minute of my life. I wanted you to be my lover till we marry. I want to know about you before we marry each other.
For only lovers can understand each other the most. Her reply to my word weren't so expressive, in fact, those were merely reactions not even words. She had a small smile and her eye was filled with happiness, but she failed to express it. Feel free to talk to me said I.