He used to be my classmate. Just a classmate.
New to the school, it weren't exactly his looks, but the look of his academic records and not to forget, his laudable etiquette that drew me towards him. I, being the overly quiet kid, hardly spoke to any of the boys and he was no exception. No interaction, not even a hi or a hello, and we completed two years of being ‘classmates’….and I liked him still. No one had a hint, as I never dropped any.
With another session, I opened up. No silly, not to him, but to my friends. And they knew, so they teased. And being a rarely emotional girl then, I would go red, not with the blush but with the flame of irritation.
He maintained scoring good, and I maintained admiring that, and him too. But not when it came to English. It itched when he scored better in the only subject that left a little space for me to be known as a ‘good’ student. And I used to taunt him before every exam, to leave this one in my court, and he just let out a laugh every time, causing me to smile. And yes, we started on with little talks. I learnt to speak by then :P.
Nonetheless, those were the days, when for the first time I adored the romantic elements of the Hindi songs. Even the old voices won my interest. Romantic serenity had it’s first session with me, and yes, it was Lovely! :).
We are good friends today, and I still like him, for the person he is.
He unknowingly carved out my innocent self. He was my first crush. :)
This post is inspired by the ‘first crush stories’ by Me and Aaekay.