Resham – Nepathya
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrsJoj0LBmU
The story throws back to the days when I was so addicted to ‘Super Mario’. The game where a plumber man is to rescue the princess. The only thing I thought I knew about love — was marrying ‘her’ one day and always having ‘her’ beside me as we grow old together. I thought I was to be her plumber man saving her from the dragons.
I even hypothesized that my friends will forever be jealous of me and I will be the happiest boy because ‘She’ would choose me to any of them.
I fell in love for the first time ever when I was 14 years old.
I was in the middle of my fifth grade at school and there she was two desks ahead of me.
I verily thought she was the one.
I loved attending school, the lectures, only because she was there.
I was so in love with her.
Now, looking back, I am not surprised that I did buy her a special postcard on Valentine’s Day and that when I was still a 5th grader.
I remember I rushed to her house early in the morning before mom searches for me.
And just as I reached there, oh! I was trembling like a wet cat.
I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.
But I didn’t care. (I had learned then that ‘Valentine’s Day’ is special for lovers. I didn’t want to miss this day.)
The problem was, I neither had a phone nor my facebook account, or viber or instagram to arrange the meetup, so without options, I called out her name as I rang the doorbell — afraid what if her dad shows up or her mom.
Luckily, she appeared instead of them both.
I gave it to her abruptly, she took the envelope and left hastily.
I noticed, she was also trembling like a wet cat. I assumed she must have gotten shy or really really freaking surprised.
(Little did she know, I had stolen money from my father for that expensive card (NRs 25) which had words written inside it even I didn’t understand then. But I liked it anyway.
Stealing is bad but since I had no money to express how much I loved her on ours’ day — the valentine, I thought I’d make a very important exception. And just in case if dad finds out I’ll tell him the truth. I expect him to understand my situation because he also loves our mom very very much.)
Today, I revealed this small secret to Mr. Pop and Mrs. Mum over the dinner; we all had a blast.
We agreed, “It was a genuine puppy love. And stealing was a bad idea.”
To conclude, well, yes, I did propose her over a letter.
She wrote back. She rejected.
All my plans toppled in a fly but since she said we rather focus on our study and make future for ourselves first — It made sense and I wasn’t sad anymore.
She didn’t say anything about the card though? 😂😂
All this, because I know I won't have my first love twice again. All this, because I still am in love with my yester-self -- that unpredictable, impish-ed, carefree, straightforward him.