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SAM CLUB DAY ‘16

S ll I Love Her

- Prithiwish Halder '2k14

Time has flown by but the thing which I just cannot flush out of my system is her name. Someone has rightly
said, “Love happens only once.”

Teenage years come once in life, and bring with them lots of fun for most boys, but mine was different. My
mo o was to top my class. In trying to achieve this, I gained the tle of a 'nerd'. I preferred not to waste my
valuable me in playing or spending me with my friends. I stayed away from girls and such stuff. And now I feel
that this was perhaps my biggest mistake.

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I entered class XI and got admission in a coaching ins tute with full scholarship. I was unaware of what was
going to come my way.

Dressed smartly for my first day in the class, I arrived and saw flocks of students se ling around, but there was
someone who caught my a en on in that crowd. I was awestruck! She was the pre est face I had ever seen
(Punjabis are just so pre y): cuteness overloaded. As the class proceeded, I was exploring something more
about her. The shades of pink frame on her eyes showed down upon her face, firm voice, and her smile made
me believe that the concept of “Love at first sight” was more prac cal than the concepts of Newton. No offence
to apples. I love peaches more.

Expectedly, I acted like an immature boy and described my feelings to every other person which ul mately
made it all the more for me to approach her. My goals changed and my solo mo ve was no longer to top my
class, but to grab a chance to talk to her.

Meanwhile, I found two friends (for life me). They were the same breed as me: less hard-working, but caring
and helpful. They felt my sorrow and made many efforts to arrange a tete-a-tete with her. I was in a
predicament. Was she really what I wanted, or was it my craving to have a girlfriend?
When you are 15, being in a rela onship earns you more laurels than being a topper of the batch and it's s ll
valid ll 20.

But to my bad luck, the efforts of one of my friends backfired, and she started showing more interest in him than
me. Alas! All the mental kabaddi showed its a er-effects on my test results, making my aim seem like a distant
dream.

I s ll recall an incident when my friend cha ed with her on Facebook from my account and tried to set me up
with her. She had just recovered from dengue and needed help with her studies. So, she agreed to get help from
me, even though, she saw me as a mediocre student in her eyes. Realizing that we had not fixed up the me for
our mee ng, I decided to wait outside the coaching from 7 am ll noon. I kept thinking about how I would strike
a conversa on. And finally, when she arrived, all I did was stammer. Even when I tried to speak, I asked stupid
ques ons that actually made no sense. Half an hour passed and by then, the tables had turned, and it was the
tutor who was being tutored.S ll, I could not approach her (her brother was a student party leader); she never

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