First crush, the feeling of exilaration.. School days..
A tomboy whose only aim in life was to read as many books as she could and collect music.. Music was a contradiction. She learnt Hindustani Classical and yet spent most of her time locked in listening to rock music. She was a bundle of contradiction !!
The phone had just been installed and that became her best friend.. Besides that occult work, palm reading, face reading, meeting gypsies to learn card reading, movies, comics, tamarind and roadside junk food and good friends were the highlight of her life.
She had enough to do.. She would talk non-stop with her friends. Her folks just could not understand what she had so much to talk about. But for the tomboy, the phone became her best friend via which she could communicate. It was eighth standard. All of her friends were talking about their newly acquired boyfriends and to be acquired boyfriends.
This tomboy was busy being the team captain and doing what we now call as “people management” 
. Her team had to sing the best gospels and prayers. Her team had to be the best choir. Her team had to win the highest points in basketball match. When it came to friends she moved with all groups and wherever she went, she only heard about boys and read Photoromance secretly with her friends who got them to giggle at.
But life was to change for this tomboy who thought that somehow she was above all the boyfriend stuff. It was one of the those ordinary days that she was on her way to school. In the hills, those days, cars were unheard of. Mostly everyone walked and as she was on her way to reach the school gate… there was this absolutely adorable guy.. who passed her by with a shy look. She did not make too much of it. But she did feel a tingle. From then on, no matter what time she went, it was very obvious that something was wrong.
She would meet this guy everyday on her way in to school and on her way out to school. This boy would make sure that he would meet her and give those delicious shy looks.
Her heart started beating faster everytime she would think about the “chance” meeting.
They never talked, they just looked at each other.. it was like they had hundreds of conversations with each other through their eyes..
“Silence speaks volumes” had a new meaning to it.
At last she came down from her high horse to the living world of feeling and actually dreaming.. of things which she thought was silly.. LOL.. what a humbling effect that had on her..
Though there came a time when the rose colored spectacles crashed but to when one goes back to those days, one wishes one could digitally freeze those sweet moments..
In total naivety does one get so much joy.. no reason, no logic, pure feeling… such bliss.. 
