Like most girls, I had never sketched an image of “Mr Right” in my mind, never did I crafted how my love life would go about. It all happened and I let it flow.
I had my first Crush when I was just 10 years old! That point I believe I could hardly spell the word LOVE and would have probably ended up scribbling LOB on my note-book. My definition of love would have sounded a lot bizarre then (Thank god! No body asked me to define it though) something like “love is friendship and friendship is love”, a typical Bollywood movie dialogue.
But all I remember is staring at him through out the class and offering him water as he comes back tired after recess.
Apart from his names, my note books were filled only with FLAMES and shapeless HEARTS …no wonder why I went blank and feverish in the exam hall and sadly ended up repeating that year again.
Exactly 10 years later, I fell in love again. This time though I have still not successfully established the definition of LOVE, yet. My idea of Love was crazier.
Twenties is the time when we girls try every possible way to get attention (esp. from the opposite sex of the same age group). This is the time when I learned the art of make ups and lip glosses were my saviour.
The term cool and un-cool cribs around that particular age were you fear of being tagged as un-cool for not having a boyfriend and cool for rejecting many. (How lame!)
Fearing of getting the uncool tag, I started going around with this boy. Extremely skinny, coy, feeble voice and pimples? Of course, yes! (This is the stage where pimples pop out from every corner of our faces and all we think of doing is, join our hands (not to pray) to encounter them with our POISONOUS nails …)
He was my first official boyfriend. I remember calling up almost all of my friends and announcing that I finally got a BOY FRIEND. We went for a couple of dates, had ice cream, held hands and finally KISSED!
The experience of my first kiss was totally different from what I heard from my girl friends. Butterflies in the tummy, sky falling down on earth, ground moving out from the feet, nothing of these happened to me.
And there I lay on my bed, confused if this is how LOVE feels like? Our first kiss became our last kiss. I decided to leave him because somewhere inside, I knew that I was lying to him. My smiles were artificial so were the compliments I usually gave him. Therefore, I gathered all my strength and said NO. I tried crying after the break up but it didn’t work out. And that is when I realized that it wasn’t LOVE and I had found my true self. Now I knew what I wanted to do in life and realized how stupid I had been all these years.
It is said that to reach to the right guy, one may have to kiss hundreds of frogs on the way. Correctly said! Before finally ending up with this present guy I did have to kiss many frogs and figure it out if it could be counted as my truly first kiss. And finally, the day I kiss Him, I could say it right on that moment, yes! I finally found my Mr perfect.
He was gentle and gave me the most passionate kiss I ever had in my life……………………………………………………..