My first attempt - an OS!!!

Some 14 years ago, when I must be 13 or so, I used to live in Shimla. A girl about my age used to live next door. She was very pretty but didn't used to come out very often. I had a crush on her. I wanted to tell her that somehow. But whenever she used to come in front of me, I would get lost in her beautiful brown eyes. And I would forget what I was about to say. This had happened many times with me. And with time my love for her also grew. As soon as I used to come home, I would have a shower, put on my best clothes and I would sneak into my parent's room to put on my dad's perfume. Then I used to call my friend, who lived in the same street so that I would have a company. I would go and stand near the entrance of her house, waiting for her to come from school. Her aaya (caretaker) and her younger brother also used to wait for her. As soon as her bus stops in front of her house, don't know why but my heart starts to beat more rapidly. Then she used to come out of the bus. I would smile at her and then she would smile back. That one smile on her face would make my day. On Sunday's I used to play football with her brother, so that when she would come to call him for dinner, I could get a glimpse of her. This went on for some months.

A week before her birthday, I went to the gift store and bought a key chain with the letter 'M' as it was the first letter of her name. I got it packed in my favorite color 'red'. On the same day, I gathered all my courage and went to her house. I rung the bell and after a minute, she opened it. She stood there with her brother. I was about to give her the key chain and tell her that it was an advance gift for her birthday, but don't know why but I gave it to her brother Mayank, saying that I had bought it for him. She gave me her usual smile and her brother thanked me. After the door was closed, I felt myself as the world's most stupid person .I ran to my house, rushed into my room, locked it and kept feeling bad about myself and thinking what she might think about me. The next day I heard my mother telling my father that our neighbors were shifting as the girl's father had got a transfer. I was heartbroken hearing it. The girl I loved was going away from me. I felt shattered into a thousand pieces. I wanted to spend all my last moments seeing her. So I went up to their house and asked her mother if she needed any help. She happily accepted my help. Whenever I used to get a chance, I used to keep staring at her. The way she laughed, flipped her hair used to make me smile. And at last the day of their departure had come. I kept standing until their car had gone out of my sight. That night I cried badly.

After a month, my dad had said that we were shifting to Bangalore, our native place, as my grandfather had fallen ill, and he needed us. In Bangalore, I kept my mind on other things, so that I could forget about her. Time flew away, and there I was in my late twenties. I used to work as a manager in a bank. My mother and father wanted me to get married. Taking the advice of my friend, I joined a dating site. I looked through profiles of many girls and chatted with them, but none seemed to impress me. Then one day, as I was checking my profile, a girl sent me a friend request. When I looked at her profile picture, I felt I had seen her somewhere. Just then I had some work and so I left thinking about it and forgot it. Later she commented on my picture that she had seen me before. As soon as I saw the comment I opened her profile and checked all her earlier pictures. When I saw her old picture, I realized that she was the same girl who used to live next door, when I was young. I told her about it, and then even she said that she remembered me. We started chatting and later we started meeting up. After a few months, I proposed her and she accepted to marry me. That was the happiest day of my life. Even both of our parents were happy hearing the news.

Now today's the day I'm getting married to the first love of my life, getting married to Manyata, my Manyata. I feel myself as the luckiest person in the whole world.

So, diary this is my story. That's it for today. Now I got to go, otherwise I'll get late for my own marriage. Wish me a happy life ahead.

- Uday.

So, this is it. I know it's not that good, but I tied my best. Please do leave your comments either positive or negative. They mean a lot to me 😃