I was born as the third sibling in my affluent family. let me introduce my family. My mom got married when she was 14 year old as per Muslim marriage rituals in a city to a well known growing businessmen of 25 year old of her same community. My father is a maternal relative to her. so their wedding was kind off a pure arrange marriage that takes place in India. My parents got four kids. My two elder sisters who didn't manage to cross their high schools due to inequality in educational rights. my sister's weren't allowed to continue their high school. So she was asked to get married at the same age of 14years as that of my mom. Due to fear of my community and customs. She agreed to get married to a 21 year old budding businessmans son. When my eldest sister got her wedding bells I was just 8 year old, who hardly had any idea about the customs and traditions that were running around me. Many people came to grace the occasion It was on the late night before my sister wedding. A cute and a lovely voice behind me said "May I know where the rooms were allotted for us to stay". I turned around to check who was it. A tall little girl with pretty eyes and a cute smile. That was the first glance that my eye sight got into her. So brownish eyes with dark eyeliners and shade. Well! that was totally a moment of joy and attractiveness towards her. I answered her questionably saying "Do I know you?" she said nope I came to know your elder sister is getting married to my elder brother. I answered "oh fine! sorry I didn't see you on the previous occasions. She answered me " I missed those events finally managed to join now". Well that's good in said with a smile on my face. And it's gracious to have you her I said.

Then slowly we walked towards the steps trying to show her the rooms we allotted for the guests who graced the occasion to see the wedding. It was a moment of silence that ran around my walks with her. finally I showed the room to her. She turned around with a charming smile and waved bye to me from her hands with a sparkle in her eyes. Then with a different feel of happiness in my heart I came back to my sister's room( brides place) and started thinking about the same again and again. where in i felt some kind of happiness about every second I spent with her. then suddenly my mom entered the room and instructed me to sleep. i tried to sleep but couldn't. Then it's early 4 am in the morning were everyone got into sleep I came out of the room to check if she slept. I started taking off the stairs steps towards her room in the other floor then I heard a noise someone is walking towards me. I stopped to check who's getting down. Then the same cute smile glanced at me and walked towards me. She stood close in my very front and asked "you didn't sleep?" I said nope I couldn't get sleep here in this wedding hall. She answered "yeah! me too". She asked " what's your name? I said "heena" then I asked hers she said "jaan". I asked again what? she replied thrice " jaan" "jaan" 'jaan" which means being alive in Urdu/Hindi. I told her. she said yes your right about that. Then we had a quite bit of silence around us. she gave her hand to shake. I was looking so restlessly at her and got some kind off fear to shake hands with her. Then with my heads down and with shivering hand I moved forward to shake. I was the first time i touched her pretty little hand that had little bit warmer when I got it touched with mine. It was an undescribable feeling of an eight year old when you hardly understand anything about anyone feelings for you. And you yourself doesn't realise what you feel for the other person.