Those dreadful memories...shreds of broken images haunt me till date. The memories we wove together disappeared in a jist. It has been two years since that day. That day when you broke my heart. That day which I hoped was unreal. That day when I hoped you turned back and saw me. That day when you lost me and I lost you.

Why me? I question god till date. Am I a doormat to do your aarti and puja only when you need me? Am I just one of your one night stands? Am I?

( aarti puja - worship )

You hated me. I hated you. We both hated each other. Why did this hate then blossom into love? Why us? It could have been mere pados me rehne wala Raju Do Balo Wala Kaju ( note - inspired from Chhota Bheem lol ) par dusre thought par nahi. Dayum he is like way too nerdy for me. Nevermind. Where was I again? Haa...

(It could even have been my neighbour Raju but on second thought no cause he was too nerdy for me )

After that blissful night where we made love dearly you left me to rot in that pitch dark hell. You left me suddenly with that mark of our blossoming love. The token of our existence. The sign of our child.

"Sir, now our textbooks are explaining us reproduction in humans through the interchange of love and not sperms?" said that jock kid who thinks he is cool. Mihir Kapoor. But I have no idea where this coolness disappears during exams. Lag raha hai ki bade hoker sperms hi count karne wala hai yeh banda.

( It looks like after growing up all this guy is going to do is count sperms )

"Mihir beta come here. Why doesn't your brain run at the same speed during exams? Your biology teacher will answer your question. It seems to be out of the syllabus and hence is out of my reach." Sir answered him with a very polite gaze, though I could still sense his annoyance.

"But sir-" yeah, that moment I knew his brain was absolutely broken no doubt about it. Well he never spares a chance of not arguing with the teacher and wasting the whole class. Good luck with that Mr. Jockey Pants. In fact I can predict that even my mom's display screen is brighter than his future.

If you're curious about what he questioned sir to carry on the battle, here it is-

"But sir you always tell us to learn out of syllabus"

And yeah after that you probably know what happened. Instead of finishing the chapter we were treated as criminals though more like we were the victims and guess what happened, that Crime Master Gogo jo kisi se darta nahi had just fucked up-

He had impressed sir to such an extent that he even decided to arrange a small get-together just for him. Duh of course cause woh sir ka favorite student joh ban chuka hai. Only him, his parents and principal ma'am. How sweet, I know right.

( It was quite evident as he had turned into sir's favorite student )

Not gonna lie but because of him the whole class was laughing as if they had just consumed a whole lotta cylinder of Nitrous oxide. Even I giggled with the flow. Only a little though. This reminded me of the old times.

***

Present

"Aira! Where are you lost?" Shubha told me, snapping her fingers. She was my best friend. We had been besties ever since school. Together forever, besties forever.

"No where" I responded teleporting myself back to the present scenario.

"Bata na Aira, tu uske baare me soch rahi thi na?" ( Tell me Aira, you were thinking about him weren't you?) I could see the excitement on her face. She never spares a chance of not shipping me with him.

Cause this is all we know

This feeling's all we know

- we never face each other

I never existed in his world. Neither did he in mine. But I never knew how he still managed to make my heart skip a beat. Was it because of

That day?

That evening?

That touch?

That moment?

That spark?

Even after all these years. It took me some time to realize that I like him. To be exact a span of three years.

But that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Maybe a decade back I think. He was my first love. At the blossom of 15. After 10th we went our separate ways. I never got a chance to contact him either and never will.

"Nahi baba" ( No → in an informal manner ) though I could feel myself yet making a way back to him. First love hits hard-

"Lunch time over ho gaya hai, chal chalte hai" ( Lunchtime is over, come let's go back) I told her as I made my way to dispose our plates.

"Tu bhi kitni boring hai yaar, I donno tujhse kaun shaadi karega!!"

(You are so boring, I donno who will marry you!!)

she said with a sigh. Bechari. I sometimes feel guilty for her ki use mujh jaise bestfriend mili ( I sometimes feel guilty for her that she got a bestfriend like me ) but I guess she needs to compromise. Ab mai iska saath kabhi nahi chodungi. (I will never leave her hand ).Not even in hell. Heaven toh jana possible nahi hai yeh hame pata hai. ( I doubt whether us going to heaven is even possible )

"Meri life single hi achi hai" I told her with a huge grin on my face.

She returned it back with the same.

I was all set to bounce back and snuggle into my monotonous routine. Well it was for me atleast. Until he arrived.

You must have guessed it till now.

If not then

My former crush.

My first love.

Mr. Jockey Pants.

Mihir Kapoor was back.