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My First Love Story ( I'm still feeling shy. Don't look at me..go directly to the caption) šŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļø I was the shy one..too shy to even look at the opposite gender. I ended up with a job in a bank and there was no way I could avoid interacting with the males who outnumbered women. My shyness had to be disrobed. Well, it so happened that a female colleague who used to receive timely letters from her husband then stationed at Cochin (a navy lieutenant) was annoyed when his mail failed to arrive as scheduled. This was before the era of internet in india when the postman was our saviour. My friend was blabbering to me about her hubby's apparant indifference when a funny thought danced in my brain. "Shall I berate him?" I asked my friend and seriously did write him a few lines addressing him as SIR (acronym for Stupid Idiot Rascal as per my dictionary). It was a humorous and hilarious letter which received an instant response not only from him but from his closest friend as well who was then recuperating in the Navy hospital and had plenty of free time. The replies I recd from both with trepidation and a bit of fear at being so bindaas with my pen, were even more witty and hilarious. To cut a long story short, the friend and me started corresponding with each other. Letters flew every few days between Mumbai n Cochin. The letters were posted to my official address even as many tongues in my office continued to wag. I was linked to my friend's husband since the postal stamp was of Cochin. Well, like my friend, I would ache even if the letter would be delayed by a day. He was supposedly a much sought after eligible bachelor in the Navy with the year's elected navy queen vying for his attention. His linguistic skills, his artistic handwriting, his wit, his sketches, everything about him ensured I fell madly n deeply in love with him. I was literally floating. Our words kissed n made love. Our hearts met in the letters. We hadn't met in person but it was as if we completely belonged to each other. Six months of bliss. It was high time we met. A chance to come to the Mumbai port and lo! the landline phone of my office buzzed and he was at the other end. The phone call lasted for almost an hour with my seniors glaring at me. I received a reprimand from them. I was uncaring. He came to my branch to meet his Sridevi ( he had sketched her perfectly and sent it to me with one of his letters. My friends would teasingly say it was me he had sketched). Unfortunately, the relationship ended even before it could properly begin. My world came crashing down. I took the heartbreak with maturity and wisdom bouncing back soon. Till date I have stayed single. If he does appear, I wouldn't hesitate to run into his arms even though my bones are giving way and don't hold the strength or excitement of youth. I'm content that I had known the awesome, heavenly feeling of being loved in a romantic way even though untouched in every other way. At least destiny ensured that I made love in my fantasies and it was reciprocated. Thank God for small and beautiful mercies. Thank God for every blessing in my life. This is a true story.šŸ’•
My First Love Story ( I'm still feeling shy. Don't look at me..go directly to the caption) šŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļø I was the shy one..too shy to even look at the opposite gender. I ended up with a job in a bank and there was no way I could avoid interacting with the males who outnumbered women. My shyness had to be disrobed. Well, it so happened that a female colleague who used to receive timely letters from her husband then stationed at Cochin (a navy lieutenant) was annoyed when his mail failed to arrive as scheduled. This was before the era of internet in india when the postman was our saviour. My friend was blabbering to me about her hubby's apparant indifference when a funny thought danced in my brain. "Shall I berate him?" I asked my friend and seriously did write him a few lines addressing him as SIR (acronym for Stupid Idiot Rascal as per my dictionary). It was a humorous and hilarious letter which received an instant response not only from him but from his closest friend as well who was then recuperating in the Navy hospital and had plenty of free time. The replies I recd from both with trepidation and a bit of fear at being so bindaas with my pen, were even more witty and hilarious. To cut a long story short, the friend and me started corresponding with each other. Letters flew every few days between Mumbai n Cochin. The letters were posted to my official address even as many tongues in my office continued to wag. I was linked to my friend's husband since the postal stamp was of Cochin. Well, like my friend, I would ache even if the letter would be delayed by a day. He was supposedly a much sought after eligible bachelor in the Navy with the year's elected navy queen vying for his attention. His linguistic skills, his artistic handwriting, his wit, his sketches, everything about him ensured I fell madly n deeply in love with him. I was literally floating. Our words kissed n made love. Our hearts met in the letters. We hadn't met in person but it was as if we completely belonged to each other. Six months of bliss. It was high time we met. A chance to come to the Mumbai port and lo! the landline phone of my office buzzed and he was at the other end. The phone call lasted for almost an hour with my seniors glaring at me. I received a reprimand from them. I was uncaring. He came to my branch to meet his Sridevi ( he had sketched her perfectly and sent it to me with one of his letters. My friends would teasingly say it was me he had sketched). Unfortunately, the relationship ended even before it could properly begin. My world came crashing down. I took the heartbreak with maturity and wisdom bouncing back soon. Till date I have stayed single. If he does appear, I wouldn't hesitate to run into his arms even though my bones are giving way and don't hold the strength or excitement of youth. I'm content that I had known the awesome, heavenly feeling of being loved in a romantic way even though untouched in every other way. At least destiny ensured that I made love in my fantasies and it was reciprocated. Thank God for small and beautiful mercies. Thank God for every blessing in my life. This is a true story.šŸ’•
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