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  • It was a late, late 1997. The year was about to begin anew. I was in my third grade and I was 7. It was just then that the movie "Titanic" was released. Its story went deep-rooted into my soul.

    There was this girl who studied with me during my third grade. I do not want to reveal her name. So let us call her "Cassandra". Cassandra was a beautiful and intelligent girl. I had fallen in love with her. I was too young, and I didn't really know what True Love means. I guess it was just more like an attraction. But hey, that is my first love! I remember watching a Tamil movie in which the star writes a love letter to his love and the jump into duet. And they lived happily ever after. Right then, I knew that I have to write a letter. I didn't know what to write. So, I asked my mom. My mom has always been a good friend to me. She said just write "I Love You!". I am not sure if I spelled it right. The next day, I was very excited. I used to sit right next to Cassandra. I was alright until I decided to pass her the small piece of paper in which I written "I love you!". But then when I called her, I could feel that my heart was pumping faster. I thought It was going to burst. I gave her the letter.

    I am sure everybody who is reading this would have watched at-least one scary movie in their life time. You remember the places where the movie becomes quiet and suddenly there is this sound with a hideous creature that gives you a heart-attack? That is what I went through that day. As she read the letter, she became quiet. After few seconds of silence, she suddenly said, "I am going to give this to our teacher". I had that mini-hear attack. I went into coma with my eyes opened without knowing what to do. She walks towards the teacher, she gives the letter to her, tells something and points me out. I was screwed. That is when I said to myself that I am not going to propose to any girl when a teacher was sitting in the class. And then I was sentenced to butt-bruising beating by my Head Master. I only had one question in mind. Why did she had to do this? She could have simply replied "NO". I would have understood. That is the day I realized love could be a pain in the butt. Literally!!!

    And after Cassandra, I fell in love with 23 girls. Each one teaching me a new lesson and bringing me closer to understanding "Love". But this story is not only about Cassandra. There was this other girl whom I met when I was 20. By far, she is my last love. Let us call her "Cleopatra". Cleopatra was not beautiful. She was totally opposite to what I am. But still for some unknown reasons, I was attracted to her. I couldn't maintain an active relationship with any girl until Cleopatra. Where other girls lasted only for few months or lesser, Cleopatra was with me like for 2 and a half years. But under some unfortunate circumstances, She had to leave me for the sake of her parents. I tried everything within my capabilities to convince her to come with me, but she wouldn't listen. It was too painful to see her go. To watch her get married to someone else, when I am still alive. It was the day when Cleopatra bid her last goodbyes, Cassandra sent me a friend request on Facebook. I am contacting her after 15 long years. I was happy to have seen her. She told me that she got married. I am happy to see Cassandra leading a good life.

    I was wondering if the universe was trying to tell something to me. This, my friends, is the shortest possible version of my First love and Last.

    - dhilipsiva
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