First Love

She looked glamorous in a sari, drapes hiding her curves, her pallu flowing lucidly with the rhythms of cool breeze, everything seems to paused for Rohan for a moment. Reality hit him when he knocked off and fell to the ground.

A mishmash of the crowd, mixture of numerous voices with music playing on stage reminded of his upcoming performance. Annual Fest of University allures everyone with its diversity in performances and programs.

Rohan, a grad student actively participates in dance performances. It was during practice he met Neha, something about her enchants him towards her. He didn't knew when he started liking her.

Her presence propels him to some unknown world of fantasy. Nothing matters there other than the melody of her giggles, tantalizing gestures of her eyes, embellish smile adorned with glossy lip balm, her playful movements dodge him in these mysteries of Love, unknown to what Love is actually.

On the other hand, Neha is a senior student, they used to rehearse for their play. Neha too got hailed with the simplicity of Rohan, he was not like the man she dreamed for but still, there was something flickering between them.

Sparkles of these flickers were bonding them together and they started dating, flowing in these rivers of Love and passion.

But gradually they found they had nothing in common other than attraction, which looks more like fantasy than reality.

After Rohan's performance Neha came to praise him and whispered in his ear "You are always going to by my special First Love, Thank You for being such a beautiful part of my life." and kissed him on his cheek.

Rohan stood there gaping her curvaceous figure silhouetting in dark.

Years passed since he last saw Neha but still her last words are still alive in his ears FIRST LOVE... which brings a smile on his face.

Sometimes it is not necessary to live whole life your Love to be Loved. Moments Spent with your loved one lived with you and cherishes you even though you are not together......