All my frnds know that cricket was my 1st love..well thats not entirely true...
well she was a sweet sweet little girl...didnt know d name..not that i have 4go10... didnt know simply..
it was the beautiful city of Shillong...decades back..some.. 1.7 decades i guess...
i was studying...n like all students wud have felt real good 2 have been in a co-educational.{.as they call it.}.school..
I was in St.Peters BOYS high school..one of the best in Shillong...but..alas...
yeah now abut how..
she was my hindi teacher..... excuse me but i presume u no thinkin that She was the 1...na na..she was mummy to her..
hmm now then...this sweet girl used to study in St Marys school...which ..bhagwaan ki daya se was on the way to my school..gr8 parents i had...ghar ekdum sahi jagah pe...they took.. ;)
1 day this ma'am..hindi teacher...decided to come along with me n my mom to get her daughter..frm school..
btw..n shillong thr were not many hindi speakin ppl then..so we became frnds soon..
we != me n her.. ..we = mom n ma'am
:-p poor me then..
:-p poor me then..
haan ...so i was sayin..she came along... n her daughter..standing at the school gates...
i was yorked... {cricketin term..meanin completely shamelessly pathetically clean bowled...} n i was....Pehla nashaaa pehla....
life looked so beautiful...
it aftr all was worth living...was i in jannat..was she a hoor??
what punya had last janma me i did,..to be here...
Clue number one was when you knocked on my door
Clue number two was the look that you wore
N thats when I knew, it was a pretty good sign
That something was wrong up on cloud number nine
or was it...
me...
(Pyaar hua, ikraar hua hai
Pyaar se phir kyoon darrta hai dil)
she...
(Kehta hai dil rasta mushkil
Maaloom nahin hai kahan manzil) aaaahhh..whr was i....
n then...then we parted ways.... :( :'( yeah thats a tear rollin down...some young girl can still catch it..n i wud b really grateful... ;)
that was tough...stil remember it...ok dont ..but must have been real tough..think of it...
my innocent heart...stabbed...was 7..or 8 i guess then..
all d same...
i went home with mummy..n she with hers....
i cud c our love in her eyes also... i believe i did... now u dont need to raise an eyebrow...
ok i thot so..may b nothin was thr...
optimism is a good thing..may b the best of things... some gr8 person said that... ok hope it was..not optimism...
but both equally fit well here.. :)
hope it was then..with a few grains of optimism..
well that was all.... never saw her agn though...
wrkd real hard in hindi...got max marks.. no didnt get a 100 / 100..got the most in the class...same difference.. thot ma'am wud through a party 4 me call me home..n i wud meet her... tell her how i felt..n then... we wud be happily ever after..remember i was class 3 -4 mayb... Optimism?? day dreaming?? how does it matter..
now dont ask what happened..
acha ok..u can ask...
she was a little ..shud i say mean..she never threw a party 4 me.. :( i got those marks man...
no luck ... thats what u sayn na... consolation is also good..
but yeah...thr 1 thing..been happpily ever aftr since then...
many time..in btwn mush have had similar feelings.. these singin feelin... ekdum dil se...yeah..trust me...
but u know what..
once a batchelor..always a batchelor...
STOP TERRORISM..
STAY SINGLE .....
PS: all this above here is totally fictious..not an original work..some 1 hacked into here..n did all this...
believe at ur own risk...
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