Is it really just another crush?

Back after a long time. A tweet on twitter triggered this blog post.

Crush…infatuation…puppy love… now you know what I am gonna write about

I have had so many crushes through the years…

Do you catch a breath

When I look at you

Are you holding back

Like the way you do

‘Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away

But I know this crush

Ain’t goin’ away

Goin’ away

Crush # 1 – my first ever crush was my friend’s family friend and my neighbor. Err it’s the same guy! I was in class tenth around fifteen. His house was [still is I guess] diagonally opposite to mine. He was in class eleventh or twelfth and we had the same school timing and bus stop opposite to each other’s. my friends, one of whose family friend he was came to my place and all of us three left to bus stop together exactly when he left his place. He was tall around 6 feet, fair and had dimples and was a malayali. Today I know that language cos of him

Anyway we followed him every morning and more than that passed comments and made fun while we walked behind him! Thankfully he never complained to his mom, I still remember studying for my biology exam on the terrace just so that I would get to see him sadly, even to this day I haven’t talked to him and rarely see him.

Crush # 2 – This crush of mine stayed on for one full painful year. The longest ever. This happened after my class tenth exams when I and my sister went to hometown Shimoga. He was my cousin brother’s best friend. He was really tall around 6’2”, thin, and dumb looking [which I wouldn’t agree about then] I never talked to him, never met him in secret I did nothing but dreamt of him all day and thought it was true love and I have found my true love n all! I cried all day when I came back from native and joined my 11^th gosh! I missed him so much then… I started writing then. Wrote poems, lines, letters loads of things… I still have that green little diary I used to write all these and drew colorful hearts and flying ribbons

And then it all slowly wore out. Out of sight out of mind…And I was feeling bad I was falling out of ‘love’. Puppy love was all over and that little green book just stayed there out of sight too.

Remaining yarn in my next blog

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