‘The
Beginning’ or as I like to call it ‘The Tale of January’
There are no
preludes, no forwards and certainly no prologues. But maybe, just maybe I will
add an epilogue. Sure I will add an epilogue. How hard can that be? Right? So
here is my little long love story from the beginning, I mean from the very
beginning.
The first time I
ever fell in love with any person or got anywhere close to being in love was at
the age of ten, eleven perhaps. But even before that I was associated with
girls but that can only be classified as the ones I liked or the ones my
friends liked to associate me with. The problem can be rather simply be stated
as I had no idea what it was to be in love. What can you expect out of a boy
whose age is less than ten and all the ideas about love that he has ever had
has been fuelled by movies. But when at the age of eleven I met this girl
(let’s call her January), I knew it was something different and altogether ‘out
of this world’. But things with January where not that easy and not to mention
that I was totally an amateur in the matter of relationships. I must confess
that the years that were to follow where enough to realise the rather
accomplished stalker in me. But it took me over four years of conscious effort
to gather the courage to speak to January. Even after that I was scared to hell
of losing her by my one off handed remark. Things looked good or at least from
my perspective it did to me. At the end of the fourth year I was so much into
January that I and January was like… Hmm… Republic Day and January perhaps.
Then came the
judgement day, the day I was to propose to her, I am not going to give you much
insight into the way and manner of my proposal for the fear of being prosecuted
and thrown to the deep pits in hell by the other sex in general and may be some
rather too romantic males. But I did propose and I did it as sweetly and
charmingly as I could, given the immediate circumstances and the strange and
unaccounted seismic activity that persisted through my body the whole day. But
through broken words and longs sighs and a trembling hand I did propose and was
in elated to a land beyond heavens when January accepted it with the sweetest
smile I have seen on her beautiful face. But fate has other plans and trust me
it makes twists that makes most fighter pilots throw up. The next when she met
I knew that something was wrong and she came to me, stood next to me looked me
in my eyes and said “My mother says I can’t and so I can’t”. It took me some
time to gather what she meant and before I could say anything she was gone and
thus In a matter of less than a day my love life had experienced both success
and heartbreak and with that ended the month of January and the first love of
my life.
I can’t tell it
was a total mayhem, but there were lessons that I could take from that one
experience, of course I was too heartbroken to see anything at first and I
imploded into myself for a long time and trust me February was not such a short
month as it would seem to some people. My life from then took a lot of using to
for my friends, but these days are the sole reason I started writing. I would
never have risen had I not fallen that badly. The lessons from that one day
took me over a year to learn and as each time I relieved that which is still do
but with significantly less frequency, I learned a lot and I will leave it
that.
The epilogue as
I promised commences. One must understand that if I took the initiative to call
my first girlfriend as January then there must be others to follow, Hence you
need not look furlong for this long love story has a marvelous ending , one
that ends in its own merit. No matter what happens and what angel one meets in
his days to come the first love of his life shall forever be remembered. The
days I spent dreaming of our future, the hours I waited for her sight, the
seconds I spend with her and the whole world that danced to the tune of my
romance. I remember each with a gratitude that is unassertable. If this story does
has a happy ending, it is she who made me see it and if I never had loved
January I would never have realized the love of my life when she came in friend
of my eyes, I would never have understood what her smile signified and what her
manner conveyed. It is with the sincerest gratitude that I remember our days or
rather my days and our half a day.
When you are ten or eleven
ReplyDeleteYou are in love often
May be you are beaten
and your heart has broken
but not your love is forbidden.
But it is only the Father
and the mother
But not he or She
the dormant love
wait and awake
till she is sixteen
and he is eighteen
Nothing is forfbidden.
There is something about love that transcends the limits of reason, age and time.
DeleteIts beautiful.
Rupi u expressed beautifully about the innocence of true luv in 1st luv that clings to our heart forever...Luv has no age can happen when who knows...GOD<3U
ReplyDeleteThanks, surely it has no age and there are times when I remember the vestiges of those magical times with a reverence.
Delete"I would never have risen had I not fallen that badly." The crux lies here. It is not easy to forget first love but I wonder it should be forgotten in the first place, Why not remember it always for the first pang of the feeling called love. For the realisation that heart has a different definition far from the muscle that pumps blood.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the write up!
I somehow knew you will like it, Thanks
Deletelovely post.. enjoyed reading.. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteAwesome one loved it, very beautiful written signifying that one should never give up on love.
ReplyDeleteI guess so. :)
DeleteWowww... its written soo beautifully !
ReplyDeleteI remembered my frst love and those innocent pangs of feelings that you get... !
loved reading it ! :D
its my pleasure to give you a taste of all that once more :)
Deletei really appreciated this post of yours, its well written, keep up the good work
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Young hopes :)
DeleteSimple innocent love or is it love, in the way it is known, of an 11 year old; I see a lot of exaggeration in it; but it is your love; so welcome. Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteLove is always meant to be exaggerated. Love implicitly means seeing a greater meaning to menial otherwise monotonous tasks.
DeleteOften not with intent that it is done, but the simple and rather obvious things that you do by impulse when seen through a pair of loving eyes would mean so much more. :)
yeah and by the way, ts my love ;)
DeleteSimply beautifull....loved it yar...<3..:-):-):-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, I cant believe you went and read this :)
DeletePS : I am blushing.
Oh! thanks thanks a lot. What would i have ever done to deserve it { I say rolling my eyes and smiling}
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