2:Signature my first love ....

first love! After traversing an age, when looking back and looking for memories in the streets of a very old age, first love often seeps into the corner of the mind in the form of a rose flower buried between the pages of an old diary It is left as a wound, or as a letter kept hidden from everyone's eyes by pressing it very hard.

My first love too has been kept in the middle of my books till date as one such symbol which has been kept from Jatan. Saved as a signature in a diary.

It was the twelfth year. I had set foot in seventeenth spring after completing sixteen spring Then a new fight entered our class - Praveen! As the name suggests, he was really brilliant. Innocent face, very beautiful, lost eyes in dreams. Always silent, immersed in studies. While all the boys of the class kept hovering behind the girls, commenting, I never saw them looking at any girl with an eye. He was very different from all the other boys. This separation of hers was an innocent knock at the door of the heart. A very new feeling rises in the heart. Emotion from a sweet to sweet. A moon rises on the empty deserted sky of the heart. The trespassing, forced entry of an unfamiliar, unknown guest at the theater of mind. The door of the heart opened and I reached a very happy, romantic world

Now I get sick, even if I have guests at home, any important work, I never used to leave from school. The whole way, until the gate of the school and the door of the class room, the mind used to get restless. The eyes used to find only one face. We were never able to talk to each other, but how excited you were to be in the same room. A sweet comfort that you are near, very close. Don't know when pen, instead of practical writing of science, started writing poems. Innocent wishes of innocent heart and all those wishes, desires one by one, get down on paper.

And when the whole year was spent just to keep looking at him. A few more days were left and then preparation leave, then exam… After that, do not know who goes to which college. The sadness of the mind was deepening. There was no courage to give word to silent love then. The day before classes closed for the exam, he created a hand greeting for all his classmates and made a special red rose card for Praveen. She took her autograph diary and took autographs of all the people. There were neither mobiles nor telephones in everyone's homes. The first love that was missed on that day remained forever in the heart and as a signature in the diary. Whenever I see her signature, I wonder if I will be settled in a red rose card in some corner of her mind?