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My first love was immense and critical. It gave me a direction to find my path. The first glance…. I know the story is goanna go a whole long way. The mysterious attitude, he had while he was sitting down in our school lab had a reflective attitude embed in me.

My great intuition told me…yes, this is it. Go, and grab it!!!

And oops…yes I did J

I remember the great moments with him. The nite outs….sitting and staring each other. When he would sing those touchy-wouchy songs :)) ….other times breakouts or hiphops. Going into the unknown world and experimenting were the best moments I still hold memory of.

You know what guys, the story still continues, even though today I have a better version of him…still typing on his keyword…..gives me pleasure and satisfaction that this invention has given mankind a magic wanda and me my destination, abhi tak toh yehi hai :P

I am finally in my final year …in a year I’ll be graduating.

Gliding in memory, kept save in my pensive, I reflect over the one memory I love so much.…OMG…I was so small.

The air held a proof of his presence.

The queues of discipline.

The first ride of excitement down the lane.

I was grabbing tightly a book of BASIC, blue covered...I loved the blue color cover. My firist visit to my love: my computer, ofcourse. Since then there’s no looking back, there’s no thinking again.

I was so confident that some day…some day…I’ll be a software gal. Since that time when I didn’t even know how to switch it on or how to get my hair straight…actually they are curly J, from that time I am running behind my dream….

Not just me, we all…everyone of us…and how does it feel when you are so close to it. The ever so lovely love you carried around. Down inside you sometimes telling with a shy pride what wings you want to have, sometimes hiding your glistened thoughts, but they were never foolish…..love and dream both are never.

If you are carrying the trapped burden of adulthood, not always enchanting responsibilities or disturbing melancholy of being irrelevant …shred it off. You dreamed, you love, and you have to enjoy and pay your gratitude to the world around….many still don’t have a chance….

I remember in my school days there were words of M. K. Gandhi, then something like this

“When you are despair and sad then look at weaker section of the society”

This always gave some answer though it took be time to understand the meaning of these golden words that make me say a prayer

Thank you O my lord for making it look right,

Thank you for saving my soul from falling out,

Thank you that you made me believe in dreams,

Thank for giving me strength to walk THE walk.

And a word of pride: be sure to have a good run for your love…for your dreams.