How can my blog be complete without mentioning the very first girl who I liked so much as to remember her to this very day. Yes, the one I met in kindergarten.
The bond we shared was special, and we did our best to keep it at that. Simple things like saving a seat in the rickshaw to school and helping each other with our books was the way we showed that we cared. There's one incident where I remember her fighting with another boy, twice her size, to get up from the seat she saved for me. She used to be the highlight of my weekdays.
It's been such a long time, there are some things that are very fresh in my mind, and then there are some that I can't seem to remember at all.
The one part of our time together that I remember distinctly is the time we spent going to school together, but I don't know if we were in the same class. I have never been able to forget her name, Neha. But as hard as I may try I can't seem to remember her face. I have a faint idea where she used to live (yes I do, no kidding!), I even went to that particular area 10 years later and remembered the house but didn't have the courage to go ask if she still lived there. I guess it's understandable, right? What would I say? How would I even begin to introduce myself? And that too to the girl that I once eloped with!
That's how my parents tell the story where I went to her house and actually invited (and escorted) her to another friend's birthday party. Reason, simple I liked her company and was getting bored so I asked the birthday boy if I could bring her and he said yes! With the required formalities out of the way I went up to Neha's house and convinced her mother to let her go with a 4 year old boy who claimed to know his way around. And voila! we were on our way.
In the meanwhile, someone noticed I was missing and called up my parents. My brother found us strolling hand in hand before we could reach the party. And from that day on the incident is still remembered in my family as the day I eloped with Neha.
With so many years gone by I don't know if she even remembers me today, but this is one memory that I believe I am lucky to have, an important part of me worth remembering.
The bond we shared was special, and we did our best to keep it at that. Simple things like saving a seat in the rickshaw to school and helping each other with our books was the way we showed that we cared. There's one incident where I remember her fighting with another boy, twice her size, to get up from the seat she saved for me. She used to be the highlight of my weekdays.
It's been such a long time, there are some things that are very fresh in my mind, and then there are some that I can't seem to remember at all.
The one part of our time together that I remember distinctly is the time we spent going to school together, but I don't know if we were in the same class. I have never been able to forget her name, Neha. But as hard as I may try I can't seem to remember her face. I have a faint idea where she used to live (yes I do, no kidding!), I even went to that particular area 10 years later and remembered the house but didn't have the courage to go ask if she still lived there. I guess it's understandable, right? What would I say? How would I even begin to introduce myself? And that too to the girl that I once eloped with!
That's how my parents tell the story where I went to her house and actually invited (and escorted) her to another friend's birthday party. Reason, simple I liked her company and was getting bored so I asked the birthday boy if I could bring her and he said yes! With the required formalities out of the way I went up to Neha's house and convinced her mother to let her go with a 4 year old boy who claimed to know his way around. And voila! we were on our way.
In the meanwhile, someone noticed I was missing and called up my parents. My brother found us strolling hand in hand before we could reach the party. And from that day on the incident is still remembered in my family as the day I eloped with Neha.
With so many years gone by I don't know if she even remembers me today, but this is one memory that I believe I am lucky to have, an important part of me worth remembering.
