My first love

In 2013,back in 8th grade,my life took an unexpected turn when he walked into the same class and school as mine, it was the end of my carefree days, and vikas made everything different.

In 4th grade we were classmates in his village since there wasn't a school in mine .we studied together until seventh grade before parting ways.Surprisingly,we crossed paths again when we became classmates here .we exchanged smiles and greetings,but soon our classmates informed us about a school rule prohibiting interactions between opposite genders, even if they were siblings.

The following school day , I discovered that two other male classmates from my past along with vikas , were now studying there.contemplating the restrictive rule, I found myself unsure whether to engage in conversation with them.ultimately, I made the decision not to intiate the dialogue.

Vikas discreetly wrote a "hi" and tossed it in my way.I caught it and read the message and responded with my own "hi".Our conversation unfolded through these chits , discussing how we were doing.As we exchanged words, we discovered that we both resided in hostels situated opposite each other.I mostly communicated with him through chits since I was new to the school and hadn't made any friends yet.Everyday I brought snacks for him , placing them in teacher's chair.He would come by to collect them, and through these small gestures,we grew even closer.

The uncertainity of those moments shaped my journey towards discovering the true nature of my feelings for vikas.Back then, I was thrilled to spot someone familiar amidst my new classmates , easing my fear of starting conversations.Little did i know, the person who gave me courage and company would become the source of pain that stays with me forever.

In those days of shared laughter and whispered secrets, my two old classmates unveiled a tale woven with fragments of my oblivious world.My old classmates spilled the beans about Vikas, the guy who quietly collected my tossed pens and snack wrappers. Turns out, he came to school just to see me. Some classmates even fed him the false story that I had a crush on him, which was totally untrue.

Thinking it was all just a mix-up, I decided to end my friendship with Vikas. He tried confessing his feelings with a chocolate, but I dodged him completely. It was like closing a chapter that never really started, leaving behind untold feelings and missed opportunities.

After finishing 8th grade, Vikas and some classmates visited my home, but I didn't talk to him, so he left alone. Later, I learned he had an accident in anger on his way back. I called to check on him, and he casually mentioned having a girlfriend, leaving me confused and sad, as I was too young to grasp it.

We drifted apart in 9th grade due to single-gender schools. In 10th grade, I spotted him getting punished by the principal. A year later, we spoke, and he shared a funny story about sneaking to watch a movie. Despite his attention, he never confessed feelings. I asked about his girlfriend, and he revealed she cheated on him.

We resumed a normal friendship, completing 10th grade successfully. In +1, we chose different courses but coincidentally met during board exams. After my exams, I'd rush to his room to discuss answers. It was then I realized my true feelings for him.

As I came to realize my feelings for him, I decided to tell Vikas when we got back to college after the summer break. But when I returned, he was nowhere to be found. I brushed it off at first, but I couldn't shake the thought of him from my mind.Eventually, I learned from a classmate that Vikas wasn't around regularly anymore. It turned out his brother had passed away, and Vikas had to take care of his responsibilities. Hearing this broke my heart. I felt for him deeply, even though we were apart. My feelings for him only grew stronger, like a flame that wouldn't flicker out, despite the distance between us.