When my heart skipped a beat...

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It was winter of the year 1997 and here I was, standing in a corner of the playground, perspiring. I had seen him and I knew it was now or never and I HAD to talk to him. He was a cool dude of my seventh standard class and I was a simple girl, a topper, cute-looking but definitely not ‘gorgeous’. And I was hopelessly in ‘love’ with him. Every look at him would seem like a fresh summer breeze, filled with the fragrance of flowers of vivid aromas.

He was my friend for five long years, and every passing year, I was more in love with him. Now, when I look back, it all seems so childish to me, but at that time it was more of a life-and-death situation. We used to play together, but now as he was the ‘hot property’ of my class, he had become choosy. And he chose to talk to me, which made me all the happier. Before I could reach him, he came to me and said, “Hi. What about lunch together?” in my mind, I had already started dancing to the tunes of ‘Pehla Nasha’, imagining myself and him dancing around trees like they do in Hindi films. “Hey!”, his voice brought me back from my dream world! “Yah,” I said quietly and we walked towards the classroom.

A tiny part of me wanted me to shut up and not tell him anything. But then I couldn’t keep it in my mind anymore. It had been two years that I loved him and wanted him to know. “Listen, Pinku (yes, that’s what I called him and he hated me for that),” I said. “Shush, how many times have I told you, no Pinku in school, duh!” he reminded me. “Okay. Listen Priyesh, I have to tell you something very serious,” I said. “First, you listen to me buddy. The reason why I have called you here is to tell you that I like this babe Sneha- the one who makes all the guys crazy,” he said. “Yeah. S-she is really cute,” I said, taking a deep breath, knowing what was coming. “She likes me too. I want to propose her formally and I need you to help me with some gift ideas,” he said, excitedly. I wanted to die or worse kill him for being so mean to me. But on the outside, I said, “That’s great. I know this really cool gift shop where we can go after school.” He stood up took my hand and kissed it and said, “You are a true friend.” Then he left. I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do next. That was my first ever kiss- what if it was just on the hands.

Priyesh and Sneha became an item the next day- the hottest couple in school who broke up in eighth standard. I cried for some days- a week to be precise, cursing him for not liking me. I tried some makeovers too, which were a super-flop and finally, gave up. Even now, when I think of my first crush, my heart skips a beat and it always will.