My First Love

Photo ©Animesh Ray

The cellphone had beeped twice previously. It then rang fervently for a minute, then plunged the room into it’s initial state of dismay and despondence. I had looked at the forlorn face beside me. “It is so terrible” she had sniffed, “especially since we both hate the fights”. I nodded in agreement. I knew exactly what she meant. I had observed the trials and tribulations associated with relationships in general, to escalate when the distances increased.

‘Fights’ tip my list of the most time consuming and distasteful activities in which individuals could possibly indulge in. These were the last few of the peaceful school days, prior to my tryst with Manipal. Prior to being introduced to college life and the like. Most of my friends had been in steady ‘relationships’. And some of them were already facing the angst of separation. I had seen most of my friends pine on perfectly pleasant evenings, for the love of their lives, cribbing at the downcast weather. It was that time, the phase when I was about to be plunged into my very own ‘long distance relationship’.

It would be clichéd to say that it was a ‘love at first sight’, but there was definitely the strongest of bonds. Since the first day we had been a team. He had been my best friend, my fall back plan, my pillar of strength, my mentor and my guide. The long long rides, the ice creams, the same television soaps that enthralled us. We were perfectly in sync, as though I was a replica of his. I had heard that opposites attract, that the universe requires a yin to balance a yang,, we however dwelt in our haven of yin-yin, contend and happy. It was the love for books that bound us closer. It was while he read out to me passages from books that he thought I would like, that I developed a knack for reading and appreciating the written art. It was he who had helped me through the burdens that schooling hurls at children in the name of ‘home-work’ and assignment. He had been patient and understanding. He had understood my need to go out with friends, the need for my space, my privacy and advocated complete and utter trust. Ours was a transparent and strong attachment, we had been together long enough to value and cherish the importance. While I saw many a similar relations crumble.

The day I got my call from Manipal University, both of us were excited. He attended my counseling, re-assuring me that I would get my desired branch, although only 25 total seats existed in my preferred branch. He had helped my mother to choose the articles to set up my room. He had been cordial to my would-be room-mates, socialized with the parents and pampered me through and through.

It was an exciting phase for me. It was a week-long, fun-filled frolic that we had had. The long walks in and around Manipal. The visits to the temple, the boat ride in lake, End Point… his attempt to familiarize me with each and every spot of the town I intended to spend the next four years of my life. And then one day, it was time for him to leave.

The first semester I made many new acquaintances, found many girls in similar position as my best friend had been, back in school. The same feeling of melancholy, similar instances of fights, the endless quarrels and the resulting break-ups.. the more I had hoped that we would never have a fight. Thankfully, that had stayed true. He had been there, as always.

Who was it who had said that long distance relationships do not work?

He had been there for me… undaunted…always, anyways.

He had helped me overcome the miserable first year and it’s terrible result, he had celebrated the day I topped my class, he had edited my first paper for a national conference and spent a million on tele bills, while I rehearsed on the phone for the same. He continues to be my life, my love. College life has been a fanatic frenzy, myriad of emotions, a collection of memories, he has been through all that, with me, for me. The only guy who tolerated all my tantrums, my mood swings and who treated me as his princess.

As I key in my first blog, I send out a voice into the void, to the numerous teens hoping to find their ‘Prince Charming’ the guy who would provide them the entire world, who would be there through thick and thin, who would wipe the tears and bring in the smile. Maybe, someday I too would find a person like that, but I would never move on from my first love, for no one else in the wide world could love me as much.

This blog goes out for him…my first love…I love you Dad!

17 Comments

  1. @vishaal: Thanks Vishaal! It's really good see to such a matured quality of writing. Thanks to you for gifting this platform to the Manipal students and kudos to you and all your contributors for bringing their feelings to life in such brilliant fashion. Way to go!

  2. well its a great piece of work, its got an ebb and a flow as i told you. But most importantly it is stunning how you have managed to turn such a cliched topic into something so titillating. well done

  3. Appreciated. The language was good as usual. The feel was also special but it wasn't required to be told. I know and ditto. After this ‘ancestor worship’ I'd like to see some real worthwhile topic which could make a difference in the thoughts, opinion, attitude, judgment, outlook and mind set of the reader and germinate a plant of discussion with leaves of various hues, all not necessarily in consonant to yours, but important and meaningful never the less.
    Thanx again.
    P.s. -what about a few lines on your mater dear????

  4. Lovely heartfelt post, Sreyoshi. Since I know Uncle the slightest myself, I can well understand what you're talking about. Lovely post. 🙂

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