My First And Forever Love

Finally, I became able to get down from the train. Uff, now local trains are so noisy, so crowded. This local train coming from Kolkata was perhaps overcrowded. And after many collisions with fellow passengers, I became able to descend from the train.

It was a February afternoon, and the name of the station is Hridaypur. The literal meaning of the Bengali word 'Hridaypur' is the city of the heart. Though it is not a city, just a small town. In the station, there are just two platforms- one is for the down trains going to Kolkata and one is for up trains coming from Kolkata and there is a famous tea stall. It is February, the month of blooming flowers, the month of love. Valentines' Day, the day of lovers and poets, is fast approaching.

Nature has dressed up herself like a beautiful queen. The branches of trees are filled with new green leaves and flowers. Slowly the afternoon breeze is blowing and gently caressing my hair and skin. The breeze of spring has a unique fragrance that any lover can perceive. Nearby on a tree, a cuckoo is singing. Far in the reddened horizon, the afternoon sun is just about to bid us goodbye.

Near the end of the platform, there is a ' Krishnachurā' tree filled with splendid colourful flowers. Nature herself singing the mellifluous chants of romance and commencing the arrival of 'Rituraaj' spring. In this enthralling environment and scenic landscape, Oindrila appeared in my mind as in my ears, the air is whistling the words of romance- the song of love. Oindrila, my first crush, my first love. I can't say about the particular moment when my crush turned into my love or when the intrigue of my infatuation became the chants of mellifluous romance, but one thing I can say destiny has played its part in this event.

I can call up now that I was then studying in class seven and when I saw her for the first time in the batch of Kakoli Mam, deep in my mind happened a magical feeling. I couldn't be able to move my eyes away from her. I just stared and stared. When she looked into my face only to find that I was gazing at her, I couldn't move my eyes. When mam told me to pay attention to her lectures, my obsession was taken away from me and just that moment, I became able to move my eyes away. This was just the feeling which poets often call infatuation. At first sight, I was struck by Cupid's arrow. And in the very moment, I felt the earnest desire to talk to her.

The second day when the class was over, I tried. All were leaving and I went to her and in trembling voice, was just able to say the words-"Hey, will you be my friend?". She listened and after listening, she stared at my face, remained silent and just passed by. I stood dumb and speechless. Really , it is a hard job to understand a girl!

Days passed. Numerous times I tried to talk with her. I wanted to hear at least a word in the symphony of her melodious voice. I just wanted to touch her soft hand at least once in my life. But, all the time when I went to her to tell something, either she would avoid me or stay silent or become involved in chatting with her friends. In the meantime, I had known the fact that her name was Oindrila-Oindrila Chakraborty.

Then came the wonderful day of my life. It was the month of October, and I awoke from the bed only to find that the dark patches of clouds were gone and the bright sun was shining! I went to Kakoli Mam's class and the class was beautiful. That day results of the previous class test got out and to my surprise, I got the highest marks. Madam praised me a lot in her sweet and encouraging words but I became happier when I saw Oindrila smiling at me! Her face was looking like the full moon in the autumn evening and I realized why a smile is called the sexiest curve!

After the class, Oindrila came to me and said "Congratulations!". I felt overwhelmed. All thoughts to express the impression for her accumulated in my mind suddenly disappeared, and I just became able to say in a trembling voice, "Thank you very much!". She shook her hands with me and my heart started to dance in ecstasy. Then, I said somehow, "Will you be my friend?" Surprising me, she burst out laughing and said, "Of course. We are already friends yaar!". Wild swing of emotions happened in my mind and I can still remember that night I couldn't close my eyes for a single moment.

With time, our intimacy started to bloom. We started to spend time sharing feelings, stories of daily life, gossiping and discussing studies and everything. Her physical beauty also started to develop and the most important thing was with her eyes resembling that of a fawn and long glossy hairs falling on her arms, shoulders, and breasts, began to haunt me in my dreams. A miracle also happened. When none would care for me, she cared for me. She showed me true values of friendship, she taught me empathy!Thus, my infatuation turned into the overwhelming feeling of what poets call love.

After my secondary examination, I left Hridaypur and got detached from her. In this meantime, I had tried to propose her many times. I tried to express my love for her to her. But, for shame, fear and two- mindedness, my every effort went in vain.

But today, today after 12 years, I am returning to Hridaypur. From my Oindri, I am not totally detouched. I have connected her through Facebook and have been able to write my deepest feeling to her. By God's grace and to my utmost happiness, she agreed to my proposal. But for me, the virtual world is not everything. Today is the red-letter day when I shall meet her and express my feelings face to face. I know she must agree, she is such a good person! In the sky, there is no sign of dark clouds. The sky is blue.

The End