First love....

Kind of repeat of a post in the earlier blog.

There comes a time in everyones life (atleast according to hindi movies) when you feel he/she is the one for me. You are ready to spend the rest of the life with that person. That moment came pretty early for me. It was around 10 that time. I had fallen head over heels in love with her.

" About her/ how does she look?" This is the first question people ask me when they hear about her. One of the most beautiful, I must say. She was (rather is) a German. She had come alone to India and was staying with an extremely rich family here. Don't remember where exactly I saw her but I remember her properly. When I saw her for the first time, she was dressed in black completely, with silver anklets and bangles. I couldn't understand anything what she said. Kept on seeing her in different places but never got the courage to do anything other than looking at her. Few years later (1998 to be precise), she started wearing glasses. She was looking more beautiful than ever. In 2000, she elder sister also came to India followed by her younger sister in 2001. They keep going to the doctor for plastic surgery once in a while. The youngest one has started to look a lot like the eldest.

I have no problem in spending my life with anyone of them. But the one I would love the most, the middle one, the one with glasses, the E-Class.

Bolero