QUORA DIARIES

THIRTY FOUR

I was in 7. I had a guy in my class. The silent child. He had some charm in him which attracted the tomboy in me to fall in love with him. He was perfect in every sense. He was personable. He respected girls. He had an intellectual brain. He got everything to be precise. Girls drooled over him. But he never took interest in them, maybe wanting a simple unnoticeable girl.

We were classmates. I fell in love with him, which people named *infatuation* Well, adolescents do get infatuations.

I selected IAS for my life, deciding to forget him forever. I had no contacts with him.

Suddenly, a day came when my mother handed over a saree to me stating that some people were coming to see me. I knew this was coming. I sighed and remembered him for the first time after my school ended. I never wanted to fall in love again. I got ready and descended down the stairs to get greeted by some actually good looking people. Well, the boy's parents they seemed. I smiled and sat on the sofa moving my eyelids just to get a glance at the man. My mother smiled at me and said "He is in our room. He wanted to talk to you alone" I breathed heavily, don't know why. Something seemed positive. Positive vibes conquered my heart.

I unlocked the door and moved towards the window to be greeted by a glimpse of a man's back. I poked him softly. And that was it. It was him, my first ever crush, my love, the man of my dreams. I palmed my mouth and hurriedly hugged him while he giggled and caressed my hairs. "So, Miss. IAS, you thought you would get over me without even informing me" He whispered while I smiled widely yet eyes confused. How did he know? He took something from the side table and I looked shockingly at the thing. It was my diary, which I lost on the last day of my school. "I read everything," He said and brushed my lips with him while I stood there numb.

It's been 5 years since we are married. I am now Nandini Manik Malhotra and the happiest. He is sitting beside me adoring our six months old daughter. He is perfect. And we are imperfectly perfect for one another.

This is a story written by me. Yeah,I wrote this one two years ago and found it lying in some drafts in my mail box! 

So Granny is the story writer and the story teller even for today! ❤

Good Night lovely peeps! ❤❤