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Tushar Mandhan

Abstract Comedy Romance


Tushar Mandhan

Abstract Comedy Romance

Let's Talk About Love

Let's Talk About Love

3 mins

‘One falls in true love only thrice in life; firstly at innocent childhood, secondly at wicked teenage and thirdly at mature adulthood.’

My childhood love story is kinda ineffable. I still do not know if it was love or just another anonymous liaison.

It started off the summer I turned beautiful..............just kidding, so, there was a cousin of mine who came to know about the girl, let say Adya (pun intended), who was my friend since nursery.

“You love her?” he asked me.

“I don’t know!” I replied vaguely. 

That question was quite quintessential to me, after all I was constantly leg-pulled for the same. There were rumors about our linkups at the school. My parents used to say that they won’t have any problem if I decided to marry her in the future. Wait, I know you’re thinking that it’s a bit too much for Indian parents...........well; I don’t think so, at least in my case.

I even once asked her in the first standard, “My mum would love if we get married!” It sounds kinda cheap now but yeah, it was the first standard, so, don’t judge me. Her reaction was like ‘Baal Vivah? (Child marriage?)’ and I told her, “Nooo, when we grow up.”

So, I trusted my cousin that indeed I was in love with her.

I know it is weird but remembers, we were kids and at that age, love was what we used to see between Nobita and Shizuka, Barbie and ken, etc.

I soon realized as we were stepping into adolescence that it was wrong. Don’t worry; I didn’t propose her actually, though in dreams maybe yes. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her.

We are like Ayan and Alizeh. We’re not meant to be in that kinda relation and hence, I felt connected to ‘Ae Dil Hai Mushkil’ and again don’t judge me for the same.

I don’t believe in love at first sight. Obviously, love isn’t just between a girlfriend and a boyfriend or husband and wife. Love has a wide spectrum of definitions.

I love Taylor Swift’s music but ironically her first song which I heard was ‘I knew you were trouble when you walked in!’ and the person who introduced me that song was.......I’ll come to her later on.

So, teenage is very confusing and depressing in its early stages but later it causes a metamorphosis. Love was not in my ‘to-do list’ and you know you do only those things which are not in that list unintentionally.

I was watching a contest, can’t name it though but it was about ‘some kind of a hunt.’ It was a very normal day.

The contest went on and the contestants were introduced.

As they were ramp-walking in the beautiful gowns which were designed by one of the most celebrated designers, songs were being sung by a renowned singer.

It was her turn; let us call her ‘Mayonnaise!’

I guess you might’ve got the clue now and if not, doesn’t matter story-wise but you’re very bad at clues.

My fingers were crossed as I was waiting for my state, Haryana.

She entered with poise in the beautiful silver off-shoulder dress; the singer began singing ‘Sahibo’ from the film ‘Shor in the city.’

I know it is very dramatic and filmy but I didn’t know that I was about to feel something for her when I saw her for the first time.

Apparently, she was representing my state......our state, ‘cause she also hails from Haryana.

My fingers were crossed, when they were announcing the winner.

Guess what, she won.

I was very happy for my state but still, I was not feeling anything for her.

Hmmm......the I haven’t written the rest of the story but you can pray for a happy ending, as I insist. 

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