Valentine week is being celebrated with lots of enthusiasm all over the world and the Blogosphere isn’t indifferent to these celebrations either. Posts about love are flowing abundantly in the Blogosphere this month and many competitions are also announced which are base on the theme ‘Love’. After reading so much about love, I thought ‘Why not? Let me make a little contribution too’ and thus here comes the story of my first love or rather first crush.
With ‘Love’ being the favorite theme of most of the authors and also the directors, our generation has been blessed with the knowledge of ‘Love’ even before they can actually feel it. The movies play a great role in this! They make Love seem all rosy by saying the moon appears bigger or music starts playing in the background when you see your love, etc., etc… And just like everyone, I fell for it too. I began weaving my own fantasies about love. And when I first experienced it, well, it was different! Not bad, but different.
It wasn’t love at first sight as its supposed to happen. Definitely not! When I first saw him, I was with my cousins. They were all enthralled by him and his cuteness. But I was untouched by his charm. I even had sneered saying what a bad taste they all had! They had looked at me like I was crazy and I had pretended like I hadn’t noticed the look. This repeated a few times but I couldn’t stay immune to his charms for long and before I knew it, slowly and gradually I fell for him too. And when I did, he was all I could think of!
My day began thinking about him and he was all I thought of throughout the day. I would conjure up different scenarios in my mind about how I would introduce myself to him and how I would express my love for him. As if the long hours of the day weren’t enough, my nights were spent dreaming about him too! I was completely smitten by his looks. I started noticing little things about him. I noticed how his eyes twinkled when he smiled; how his whole face lit up when he laughed. I loved his innocent face and how his disheveled hair fell on his forehead. I loved those spectacles of his which failed to hide the depth of emotions in his eyes. I loved how he cared for those around him. He had a heart of gold! I just loved everything about him.
Now that I think of it, I wonder why I didn’t like him at first! Maybe it was meant to happen slowly, like all good things. Though I was head over heels for him, I couldn’t tell him that. How could I? He probably had million other girls crushing on him! After all he is the famous Harry Potter! But whatever it is, he made me smile like silly whenever I watched the movie and it was his love that introduced me to the world of novels. He made my childhood better. So I don’t regret it at all. Oh, I still love Harry, period! Nothing can ever change that. After all, one cannot forget his/her First Love!
PS: This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Until the next post,
Keep Smiling 🙂