DEAR FIRST LOVE,
The first time my heart beat ran
faster
The first time I lied to myself
The first time I really wanted a mirror
The first time my mind blew
It was only because of
YOU .
I may not be able to use the appropriate words to describe you because "YOU" are one of the most special miracles that ever happened to me. Since the
childhood days, I had decided "Mera
husband papa jaisa hoga", but as I grew, I
realised that there is a lot more between my papa and husband, and there you
came , My First Love
The morning assemblies would never have been such a bliss. I still
remember fighting to my friends just to find a place from where I could take a
glimpse of you. The cultural programmes never interested me but as an audience
or as a participant I paid more focus on you than my performance. Those lunch
breaks, aahhhh . . inspite of all that “ food fights “ I never forgot to notice
you , because each time you came to drink water, I automatically felt thirsty.
The madness I felt thinking about you, made me crazier. While going to
the computer lab, whenever I passed through your class, I noticed your friends
teasing you and that’s what I faced “ dekho TMHARA
WALA. Ek baar dekh to lo yaar“ .Though I pretended to be
irritated but deep down, I could feel my heart jumping. I tried to hide my
smile but it always refused to go. It has always dutifully came along with your name.
I still see the same brightness and that shyness when I see my younger
ones going through the same phase. Now, atleast they have whatsaap. They can
send pics, “a beating heart”, smileys (including the kisses too). But all that
we had , was a “normal” phone with a message pack (only if you were lucky
enough), an over-excited mind and a “24-hours” smiling face and yes, not to
forget that deleting of messages which caused the deepest pain.
Oh, how can anyone describe you?
HOW?
It’s the first time feeling of doing “ANYTHING” for someone. It’s
like, riding a horse whom we don’t know how to control. It’s like, eating
ice-cream in the winter. We know it would harm us but still, we can’t resist.
You are one thing, nobody can ever forget. EVER. Although everybody is
not blessed enough to keep you with them all through their life but I am
thankful you happen to everyone. For some, you go till a really good distance,
for some u come only from one-side and for some, you are just “ bachpana tha yaar “ .
Thank you for letting me expand my boundaries, for giving me a
life-time memory, for making my days special, for making me strong for the
future, for making me realize what I really want.
Thank you for feeling me loved, for the very first time, my Love.
You will forever stay young in my memories!
Tujhse thi raat,
tujhse thi raaton ki har karwat,
qki mere harsapne me tu tha, meri PEHLI
MOHABBAT !
Thank you for feeling me loved, for the very first time, my Love.
ReplyDeleteYou will forever stay young in my memories!
Tujhse thi raat, tujhse thi raaton ki har karwat,
qki mere harsapne me tu tha, meri PEHLI MOHABBAT !
Ur standard is increasing day by day Mrs. Blogger! I can imagine ur whole story! Wow! Shreya well done! <3
Thnku Sahani ;)
ReplyDeleteThanq for such posts! 😆
DeleteHehe.. tumhara wala.. teri waali.. nycly captured cute age innocence.. loved this one too dearu..
ReplyDeleteWish cud have xpernced Dese with u ;)
Deleteawesome lines setu...beyond reality..
ReplyDelete:)
Deleteseriously ye tumhara wala and tumhari wali ne dil ko chu liya
ReplyDeleteHEHEHE .. :)
Deleteseriously ye tumhara wala and tumhari wali ne dil ko chu liya
ReplyDeleteI know I'm a bit late. But you know what, I'm happy that I took a little more time and read this peacefully on my couch and let me tell you this is wonderful Miss Shreya. You've always been something different than the others and this is yet another proof for the same.
ReplyDeleteYou also inspire me to post my write-ups the same way. Hope I could match the standards you've set by this because apart from being just an article or a blog, it's very realistic and very close to people's heart. I'd love to see you writing more.
Keep Flying!!! And keep posting!!!
THNKS A lot man... reviews matter ;)
DeleteThis is beyond appreciation... because you know what... this is more than anything... so real...so close to heart... I don't kniw how many times did I read it...
Deletehahaha... thnk u soo much .. stay tunned. ;) more to come :)
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ReplyDeleteEvery single line made me think of my school life...
ReplyDeleteOf My First Love...
Nice one Shreya
dats what i was thinking while writng itdown .. thnks imdadul :)
DeleteExactly same as my first love. But the difference is I am sorry but I don't want to remember those days of class 9th and 10th of school life :'(
ReplyDeleteevery body wants to..let the memories make u happy :)
ReplyDeleteI am one of the first admirers of your writing, a true fan, indeed. It leaves me wanting for more. I remember I used to read your poems, short stories when we were in school and I always thought to myself how beautifully you capture life with such simple words. You are amazing Setu (it's always gonna be Setu for me, not shreya) and your simplicity and beauty is reflected in your writings. I have read all of your unposted letters and glad I took some time so that I can read it 'itminaan se'. Will be looking forward to read more from you. Till then tumhare diary entries se kaam chalaungi. :p
ReplyDeletehahaha.. dat poem competitons wid vagi . i remember i used to win mst of the times coz vagi ka poem upar se nikal jata tha.. i dont write in simple wrds not just for my readers but mujhe khud ko hi high fi words nhi aate :D .. lol.. hope my writings keep scratching the memories we shared .. <3
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ReplyDeletei just love the way u write. your doodles made me ecstatic i literally owe you and can u plz check simrannijjar.wordpress.com or nijjar.simran.blogspot.in ( i will be thankful to u )
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