My earliest memory of being in love was from when I was 12 years old. It was quite fashionable back then to have a crush or be crushed by someone. Once in a while, we’d exchange glances and giggle for no apparent reason. I can’t put a finger on how I felt but I’ll simplify it here and say I used to blush every time he smiled at me. I’d call his landline, just to be able to hear him say hello, and then get abused by my dad for raising the phone bill. Now, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
An interesting reading. Alas, I didn't find such a motivating write up, when I was 18. My high school girl friends, with whom we used to fantasize , have now turned From "Flowers" to "Cauliflowers",. Now I really like them more.
An interesting reading. Alas, I didn't find such a motivating write up, when I was 18. My high school girl friends, with whom we used to fantasize , have now turned From "Flowers" to "Cauliflowers",. Now I really like them more.
Well written, Priyanka. You have addressed so many issues here and hope marriage aspiring youth come to you and find solutions for their concerns.