A Boring story

First love

And yes, even I have had my fair share of love stories (noting that there's more than one 🥲). Now, before I dampen your interest in my story any further, let me clarify that most of my love stories were one-sided (not all, but most). However, even though they were one-sided, I still cherish those memories. They are precious, not only to me but to you as well. Your love may be anything but not a memory to be forgotten, even if it is painful. That's what I believe.
Now, let's start with my first crush, not love, because I was a very small kid when this happened, and I don't even remember the girl's name properly (even if I did remember, I wouldn't mention it 😉). This happened when I was in 1st or 2nd grade. I don't remember the whole story, only the important bits and parts. I can hear your thoughts saying, "Hey, you said we shouldn't forget our love story, and now you're doing it yourself." Well, it's not my fault. I was a really small kid, so I don't remember it properly. But hey, I at least remember some of it, which is better than totally forgetting it.Anyway, back to the story. I wasn't an obedient or studious student. I scored very poorly, failing in all subjects except one—drawing (drawing rocks, baby! 🤠). I wasn't someone who would easily be noticed in class for any good reason. If I was noticed, it would either be for scoring the lowest marks or for messing around with other classmates. But let me clarify, don't categorize me as a bully. I was the one being in that spot being bullied. I do remember my first and very close friend, but sadly, I don't have any contact with him now. I hope this story becomes popular and reaches him (yeah, I know, I'm daydreaming 🥴). But if that happens somehow, by a huge miracle or something like that, I'll make sure to write it. Oh yeah, I got carried away from the story again. Okay, let's get back to the main story.So, she was a Malayali girl from an ancient family. Because I still remember some of their cultural practices, like how she always used to do some unknown stuff during lunch breaks. Most of the class used to notice it, but her mother didn't bother. However, she wasn't very classy to me until one fateful day (synonyms for a fateful day in my dictionary 😸). My class teacher scolded me in front of the class because of my continued low scores and added some nasty stuff (which is not required now 😅). Yeah, she scolded me like hell, making my heart go nearly numb.But then, she (the girl 😉) sat next to me. Yes, believe me, she willingly, with her consciousness active, sat next to me. She was kind of consoling me by badmouthing our class teacher with the highest possible bad words she knew (which I won't tell you 🐱). She used to talk to everyone in the class, but this time, she spoke with me in a different way. I don't remember anything she said before this, but this felt good. After that, we started talking almost every day in class and sometimes on our way home. Everything was going well, but I didn't know what it was at the time. Now I know I had a crush on her.However, when I watched cartoons and movies, I saw scenes where they showed marriage, and the movie would end. So, I asked many elders I knew (actually, it was the next-door aunty), and they told me that marriage is a big thing. The person who gets married should always stay together. Now, you guys might have already guessed it—I thought I should marry my friend 😅. Don't get me wrong; he was much closer to me than this girl. But again, I used to talk with the aunty every now and then while playing, and I said I would marry that guy. She replied, "No, a boy and a boy can't marry" (no offense; this was according to her).Then, it was like two opposites should stick together and make an equal marriage or something, she said. And now, cue the music, my thoughts went straight to that girl. After this, I thought it would be nice to always be with her. But as we know, our plans don't always work out as we think in real life. After a few days, while walking, I saw her dad scolding her, saying, "Why do you always hang out with boys? It is a bad thing. Don't do it again." This hurt a little, but I didn't think too much about it, and we continued as usual, even after her dad's warning.Then, on another day, this girl's sister or someone, maybe her mother, was speaking to the teacher. I was sitting very close to the window and overheard her saying, "Ma'am, could you please change places for my sister and make her sit with the girls only?" And suddenly, our teacher became a hero and said, "Why do you guys do this? They're little kids who don't know much about these things." I didn't understand it back then, but I clearly understand it now. She replied with something that shocked me, something straight out of a movie. She said, "Ma'am, in our family, we pick the marriage partner when they are born, at least for most girls. That's how it works. And these things should be decided early on, when they don't know much about it. So please do this favor for us" (love is the so-called "these things" here, and I was like they figured out my intentions when I heard this back then).So yes, after hearing this, I was really mad because she was going to marry someone else. I didn't feel any kind of pain for real. And when she sat next to me again after the teacher left, I pinched her badly. I regret it, but it also felt so good 🥲. Sorry if you were picturing me as a real gentleman. And that was my first crush, which ended very badly.Ah yes, about the hint I mentioned in the last chapter, if you remember, the hint is that this famous writer is going to be somewhere within this story, but it may have already been mentioned, or it may come later. I can't reveal where it will come.