MY CRUSH( STORY OF MY FIRST LOVE)
My Crush
Class 9th
Chapter: Gravitation
In the realm of physics, the equation gMm/r^2 represents the force of attraction between two celestial bodies. Here, G is a constant, Mm refers to Miss Merry, and R stands for Raghupati Jha.
Now, let me narrate the story of my first crush and love. She was a girl with long, flowing hair, big, intoxicating eyes, and a smile that could relieve me of years of pain. Her voice was sweet, and the way she spoke, her friendly demeanor - you couldn't help but fall for her. Her name was Merry.
When I first saw her, it was all quite ordinary; there was nothing like the clichéd "love at first sight." Rumors about her character swirled around in school, painting her as a girl with a questionable reputation. But you know what they say, "Jo hai naam wala wahi toh badnaam hai" (The one with a name is the one who gets a bad name). Despite the rumors, there was constant competition and quarrels among the guys for her attention.
She used to come to school on a bicycle with her two friends, and one day, I randomly decided to follow her. I pedaled faster to get ahead of her, and she sped up too. What started as a competitive chase soon transformed into a love-struck pursuit. It became a habit for me to follow her after school every day.
This continued day in and day out. I even took a long detour on my way home just to catch a glimpse of her. The days when she took a different route seemed incomplete to me. Then, during the mid-semester, the school announced that girls and boys would have separate schools, each about 4 kilometers apart. This made things more challenging, but as they say, "dubte ko tinke ka sahara" (a drowning person clings to straws).
There was a 12-13 minute gap between our school timings. My friend and I would put all our energy into cycling in the hope of seeing our crushes, but we rarely got a chance—maybe once every 15 days. This continued for about six months.
Eventually, we decided to hang around her house in the evenings. Then, some good news arrived - the school decided to run together again, and this happened during the rainy season. It was like a torrent of love had descended upon me. My parents used to advise against going to school in heavy rain, but I convinced them by claiming that there was an important class I couldn't afford to miss. That important chapter was "Merry."
I knew she would definitely come to school. By this time, she had started coming by auto-rickshaw. Drenched with rain and carrying all my books, I felt like I had everything I ever wanted in life when I entered the classroom. I always took a seat next to her.
One day, out of nowhere, I started singing a song, and as if by divine intervention, she completed the lyrics. I can't adequately express the joy I felt at that moment.
I am a silent lover, and as such, I endured a lot. I sat quietly in class, my heart racing for her love. I walked aimlessly on the roads, spent hours on the rooftop, stood in the rain, and hoped she would come out of her house (although she rarely did, with a few exceptions). I listened to romantic music all day, and even the lyrics became crystal clear to me.
There was a Shiva Temple near her house, and I prayed to Lord Shiva to make Merry my Parvati. She was in all my prayers for about three to four years. I related everything around me to our relationship, checked the "Love Meter" to determine our love percentage, and had sleepless nights filled with dreams of her. The funny part is that I plastered her photos on my walls, on paper, on graph sheets - everything. I wrote her name with glue on the back of those photos. Trust me; those photos are still on my wall, serving as a reminder of those days.
Time passed, and we entered the 10th grade. We began talking more, and she started riding her bicycle again. We chatted while cycling, and she even helped me with my drawings because I was terrible at it. I eagerly waited for her on hot summer days during breaks. On the days I didn't go to school, I waited outside the school gate just to catch a glimpse of her. I pretended to be there for some other reason, but in reality, it was always about seeing her.
I managed to obtain her number through some means, even though I didn't have a phone of my own. So, I stored her number in my mother's phone under the "Screened List" category. Our conversations started with casual "hi" and "hello" but soon progressed to much more. I called her just to hear her voice. By this time, we were comfortable with each other, and she knew that I loved her.
Then came the 7th of February 2015, Rose Day, which was the last day of our school. Many of my friends proposed to their crushes, and they were all met with the same response from the girls, "We are good friends, and we'll remain friends." My friend Situ and I also contemplated proposing to our respective crushes. However, we had a misconception that she was in love with someone else, and the boys she was supposedly in love with were always with her. It was a bit of a frustrating and depressing situation.
I returned home, had an incomplete lunch, and borrowed my mother's phone under the pretext of needing it for an alarm. In reality, I was staying in a nearby house due to exams, and the phone's display was not working. However, there was another phone with a working display but a defective microphone in the house where I was staying. I removed the battery and SIM card from my phone and inserted them into the other phone. The battery was slightly larger, so I pressed it down to make it fit. I turned on my phone to message her, believing that I had lost her.
The first message from me read, "TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF OUR SCHOOL. MY FRIENDS HAVE PROPOSED TO THEIR CRUSHES, BUT EVERYONE GOT REJECTED." She replied with a simple "haa" (yes). I continued, "Arya also gave you a rose, what happened?" She responded, "Yes, but you know, I love you for real."
When I read those three words, it felt like someone had doused me in cold water under the scorching desert sun. It was like quenching my thirst in the middle of a desert. Those three years had been lived in a single moment. She called me twice, but the defective microphone prevented us from having a conversation. We chatted the whole night, and when my phone's balance ran out, I took a loan from Airtel to keep the conversation going.
The next morning, I told my friends that I had recharged my mother's phone and handed it to her with the same balance.
One thing I want to say in conclusion is that the memory of that black and white phone and the "beep beep" sound will remain with me forever. I don
't have the words to express the emotions I felt that day.
I relate to the saying that goes, "Kabhi kabhi tumhe choti chize itni khushi denge ki tum bhula nahi sakte" (Sometimes, small things can bring you so much happiness that you can't forget them). Emotion is everything; it can destroy you and, at the same time, build you up. Love is something beyond the superficialities of modern relationships.
If you'd like to hear more, there's more to share.
Thank You,
Raghupati Jha
Class 9th
Chapter: Gravitation
In the realm of physics, the equation gMm/r^2 represents the force of attraction between two celestial bodies. Here, G is a constant, Mm refers to Miss Merry, and R stands for Raghupati Jha.
Now, let me narrate the story of my first crush and love. She was a girl with long, flowing hair, big, intoxicating eyes, and a smile that could relieve me of years of pain. Her voice was sweet, and the way she spoke, her friendly demeanor - you couldn't help but fall for her. Her name was Merry.
When I first saw her, it was all quite ordinary; there was nothing like the clichéd "love at first sight." Rumors about her character swirled around in school, painting her as a girl with a questionable reputation. But you know what they say, "Jo hai naam wala wahi toh badnaam hai" (The one with a name is the one who gets a bad name). Despite the rumors, there was constant competition and quarrels among the guys for her attention.
She used to come to school on a bicycle with her two friends, and one day, I randomly decided to follow her. I pedaled faster to get ahead of her, and she sped up too. What started as a competitive chase soon transformed into a love-struck pursuit. It became a habit for me to follow her after school every day.
This continued day in and day out. I even took a long detour on my way home just to catch a glimpse of her. The days when she took a different route seemed incomplete to me. Then, during the mid-semester, the school announced that girls and boys would have separate schools, each about 4 kilometers apart. This made things more challenging, but as they say, "dubte ko tinke ka sahara" (a drowning person clings to straws).
There was a 12-13 minute gap between our school timings. My friend and I would put all our energy into cycling in the hope of seeing our crushes, but we rarely got a chance—maybe once every 15 days. This continued for about six months.
Eventually, we decided to hang around her house in the evenings. Then, some good news arrived - the school decided to run together again, and this happened during the rainy season. It was like a torrent of love had descended upon me. My parents used to advise against going to school in heavy rain, but I convinced them by claiming that there was an important class I couldn't afford to miss. That important chapter was "Merry."
I knew she would definitely come to school. By this time, she had started coming by auto-rickshaw. Drenched with rain and carrying all my books, I felt like I had everything I ever wanted in life when I entered the classroom. I always took a seat next to her.
One day, out of nowhere, I started singing a song, and as if by divine intervention, she completed the lyrics. I can't adequately express the joy I felt at that moment.
I am a silent lover, and as such, I endured a lot. I sat quietly in class, my heart racing for her love. I walked aimlessly on the roads, spent hours on the rooftop, stood in the rain, and hoped she would come out of her house (although she rarely did, with a few exceptions). I listened to romantic music all day, and even the lyrics became crystal clear to me.
There was a Shiva Temple near her house, and I prayed to Lord Shiva to make Merry my Parvati. She was in all my prayers for about three to four years. I related everything around me to our relationship, checked the "Love Meter" to determine our love percentage, and had sleepless nights filled with dreams of her. The funny part is that I plastered her photos on my walls, on paper, on graph sheets - everything. I wrote her name with glue on the back of those photos. Trust me; those photos are still on my wall, serving as a reminder of those days.
Time passed, and we entered the 10th grade. We began talking more, and she started riding her bicycle again. We chatted while cycling, and she even helped me with my drawings because I was terrible at it. I eagerly waited for her on hot summer days during breaks. On the days I didn't go to school, I waited outside the school gate just to catch a glimpse of her. I pretended to be there for some other reason, but in reality, it was always about seeing her.
I managed to obtain her number through some means, even though I didn't have a phone of my own. So, I stored her number in my mother's phone under the "Screened List" category. Our conversations started with casual "hi" and "hello" but soon progressed to much more. I called her just to hear her voice. By this time, we were comfortable with each other, and she knew that I loved her.
Then came the 7th of February 2015, Rose Day, which was the last day of our school. Many of my friends proposed to their crushes, and they were all met with the same response from the girls, "We are good friends, and we'll remain friends." My friend Situ and I also contemplated proposing to our respective crushes. However, we had a misconception that she was in love with someone else, and the boys she was supposedly in love with were always with her. It was a bit of a frustrating and depressing situation.
I returned home, had an incomplete lunch, and borrowed my mother's phone under the pretext of needing it for an alarm. In reality, I was staying in a nearby house due to exams, and the phone's display was not working. However, there was another phone with a working display but a defective microphone in the house where I was staying. I removed the battery and SIM card from my phone and inserted them into the other phone. The battery was slightly larger, so I pressed it down to make it fit. I turned on my phone to message her, believing that I had lost her.
The first message from me read, "TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF OUR SCHOOL. MY FRIENDS HAVE PROPOSED TO THEIR CRUSHES, BUT EVERYONE GOT REJECTED." She replied with a simple "haa" (yes). I continued, "Arya also gave you a rose, what happened?" She responded, "Yes, but you know, I love you for real."
When I read those three words, it felt like someone had doused me in cold water under the scorching desert sun. It was like quenching my thirst in the middle of a desert. Those three years had been lived in a single moment. She called me twice, but the defective microphone prevented us from having a conversation. We chatted the whole night, and when my phone's balance ran out, I took a loan from Airtel to keep the conversation going.
The next morning, I told my friends that I had recharged my mother's phone and handed it to her with the same balance.
One thing I want to say in conclusion is that the memory of that black and white phone and the "beep beep" sound will remain with me forever. I don
't have the words to express the emotions I felt that day.
I relate to the saying that goes, "Kabhi kabhi tumhe choti chize itni khushi denge ki tum bhula nahi sakte" (Sometimes, small things can bring you so much happiness that you can't forget them). Emotion is everything; it can destroy you and, at the same time, build you up. Love is something beyond the superficialities of modern relationships.
If you'd like to hear more, there's more to share.
Thank You,
Raghupati Jha
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