She lingers in my thoughts, an enchanting girl with a small frame that never seemed to matter.

Her smile was captivating, almost magical, filling my heart with happiness each time it appeared.

It's been a year since we last connected, and I find myself curious about her well-being, no matter where life has taken her.

I often reflect on whether she still thinks of me, just as I think of her constantly. It truly was love at first sight for me! Yes, that's right—love at first sight!

I would love to tell you the story of how everything came together and how our journeys intertwined.

3rd March 2007

Just like any other morning, I stirred awake and climbed out of bed.

I stretched my limbs, reluctantly prying my eyes open, still clinging to the remnants of sleep. Feeling a bit groggy, I shuffled into the living room, wishing I could linger in the cozy embrace of my blankets after a late night.

But, as is often the case, my mother's voice cut through my drowsiness, reminding me it was time to rise. Realization struck—I had a class to get to. In a rush, I dashed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and got dressed.

Although I usually struggle with coordinating my outfits, today I opted for my favorite blue cotton shirt that fit perfectly, paired with some denim jeans.

Once I was all set, I grabbed a quick breakfast of tea and buttered toast before rushing off to my classes.

To my astonishment, my friends were showcasing their trendy outfits, making me feel as if I had walked into a dazzling fashion event, much like the legendary Victoria Fashion Show runway!

I arrived at my classes and found myself chatting with my friends.

Fifteen minutes ticked by, but our teacher was nowhere to be seen. After a little while longer, he finally walked in, and the atmosphere shifted as we all began to joke around and have fun.

One of my friends was particularly relentless in teasing me, but I brushed it off; that's just how we are as friends.

Then, the teacher got down to business and said, "Take out your math textbooks." My heart sank—oh no, not math! I absolutely loved it! Math had always been a struggle for me, and this felt like a daydream. After what felt like an eternity, the class finally wrapped up after an hour and a half, and we headed home.

My three friends and I usually shared an auto since we lived nearby. Before we knew it, it was noon, marking the start of college time.

BHUVENS COLLEGE OF MASS MEDIA stood out as one of the esteemed mass media institutions in Mumbai. I had the opportunity to study there, and it truly is an exceptional college. We delved into the art of video shooting, and the faculty were incredibly supportive, guiding us through our projects and teaching us the nuances of directing.

Our lectures were engaging, and one of the English teachers, while strict, had a great sense of humor that made the classes enjoyable.

Her jokes kept the atmosphere light, and we all had a great time learning.

We made the choice to hit the road on our bikes. I hopped on mine while my friends unveiled their impressive rides, leaving onlookers envious.

My buddies Jay and Norlin were with me. Norlin is a tall, muscular guy, often the talk of the campus, while Jay and I were the leaner, taller members of our crew.

We even suggested that Norlin should try his hand at modeling, but he always declined, claiming he was too shy. I couldn't help but think, really? You don't want to model? Who wouldn't enjoy being in magazines?

We chose to take a short break in the garden, feeling exhausted from sitting through lectures and overwhelmed by the lecturer's incessant chatter. It was frustrating when the teaching began, and we considered leaving the class, but in the end, we had no option but to stay and endure the lecture.

We were cycling wildly, yelling, "Come on, baby, let's ride! Come on, baby, let's ride!"

We spent hours on our bikes before heading home, where I devoured my meal and dove into HTML web design. It was an absolute blast, and I was completely captivated by the process.

Designing websites brought me so much joy, and I found myself totally obsessed with it. By 5:30 PM, I wrapped up my HTML practice and called out, "Mom!!! My stomach is growling; I need some food now!"