I had just joined college then, still playing Aunt Alice and still wondering where my Prince Charming was hiding. Thatz when it happened, just like in the movies, I saw someone dressed in black shirt and black pant (nope I did not think it was a bad omen). My heart was beating wildly now (was I having a heart-attack?).Suddenly I saw this person disappear around the corner, and I ran like I never did before….thatz when all those years of no exercise and too much of sleeping caught up on me and I stopped, gasping for breath.
I did not find him that day and I kept dreaming about him. ‘So this is how it feels to be in love’ I thought. My hand was all sweaty, and my heart was beating wildly and to top it all my breath was coming in short gasps. A case of heart-attack, asthma, and sweatia (if there is a disease like that) all together. I never enjoyed being sick as much as I did now.
Finally, I was in, I was riding high on the love wagon. Yipee!
I did not find him that day and I kept dreaming about him. ‘So this is how it feels to be in love’ I thought. My hand was all sweaty, and my heart was beating wildly and to top it all my breath was coming in short gasps. A case of heart-attack, asthma, and sweatia (if there is a disease like that) all together. I never enjoyed being sick as much as I did now.
Finally, I was in, I was riding high on the love wagon. Yipee!
I started writing poetry from the day I met him.The poem quoted below is one of em....I know Wordsworth wont be very happy with this but come on! I was in love for the first time...what do u expect?
Love Diary
I knew not his face
I knew not how he looked
But I knew I loved him from this day
And along with him my heart he took
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