My First Crush

She was the most beautiful angel in the whole of my block. I am restricting it to my block because my movements at that time were restricted within our block. The farthest I could go was to the gate of our society where the watchman would throw a questioning glance at me and promptly turn my bicycle around, without batting an eyelid. He would also roll his eyes to scare the living daylights out of me. "Dobara gate se baahar jaane ka try kiya to kaan pakadke aapke mama ke paas le jaaunga". This was enough for me to double my speed and dash back towards home. I did not like shackles. My freedom was being curtaliled. I was all alone in this world of nasty and burly watchmens and big gates.

The ice cream shop at the corner was where I would sit for minutes and weep, licking away my cone till the last drop would melt in my mouth. I would sit there after buying my cone of chocolate delight with the coins mom would put in my pocket every morning without fail. She would smile and wink at me after handing me these coins. That was how I learnt that money can buy you all joys in this world, but not the joys I craved for. How could I tell her that I did not want her pocket money? All I wanted was to go out and earn. Earn and buy things for her and my dad. I was big enough. I wanted to explore this world. I wanted to break free. I was alone.

It was 23rd March, which was like any other day till that moment. That day is special for me because that was when I first saw this angel. And that's where i gave her the title of "The most beautiful girl in my block". Following my daily routine like a ritual, I sat there at the ice cream shop licking my cone. These were the moments where I would lose myself in the taste of the icecream. I would not trade off that cone of mine for all the money in the world. I was enjoying every bit of it. That was when I saw her walk in. Wearing a pink night suit , she had this charm about her which could turn the busiest of heads. Her chubby cheeks were the most rosy ones that I had ever seen. She was an epitome of cuteness. I always had this thing for tall girls of my society. Though she was much shorter than I was, she still had my attention. She had put me in a state of trance. The way she had tucked her hair to her back in a ponytail and the way it swayed with her every step made me fall for her. I had lost my heart there and then.

That was when I did it. Unknowingly. I still remember it vividly as if it were yesterday. The memory is engraved in my soul. I crushed the cone i held. That was my first crush! I have been crushed a numerous times after that. :-) :-)

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