First Crush

      Think of your first crush and I believe many of us would recall that one face of our school teacher whose sight had always galvanized our heart. Whether she be a charming miss or bold handsome faced sir, these teachers obviously hold a special space in our heart. There may have been moments when you magically feel inclined towards that subject you hated before. Reason? Because of new teacher.  I still remember that smirk playing hide-and-seek on Miss Saraswoti’s face - both rows of teeth visible and grim curl trembling below lower lip, the way her left dimple wrinkles without any crease under her eyes, no crinkles on forehead-when she used to enter our class. 

She was my class teacher in first standard, and since then I never had encounter any awesome personality of that magnitude. She generally used to wear green sari and looked fabulous with her traditional hairstyle and small glasses. Throughout my primary years, I had rigidly developed strong feelings of love towards her. She had become like unsound music which only buzzes inside my mind and I could neither sing it nor forgot it.  

At that moment, I was clever enough to feel something good happening with me but my naïve heart could never understand what exactly it was.  I loved the way she pronounce every words; with more stress on first syllables and deliciously form sentence out of it. She used to narrating stories with every possible expressions she could make and take us into the journey of fictional world. Those days we were cultured to stand in long queue to receive our graded notebooks.  I still remember reaching the fifth or sixth position in the queue, from where I could see her face and secretly let the friend behind me go ahead one by one, so as to remain standing in exact point from where I could behold her closely. 

Unknowingly, my nativity had developed much matured crush towards her without even knowing the consequence of it. Like all romantic twist, tragedy befall when she was about to get married and leave school.  As soon as I heard of her marriage I got shocked; almost felt alone like abandoned child. I did not weep right there in school, but after returning home I cried with such a pain that even my mother and sisters began to cry while consoling me.  It was actually confusing and depressing at the time yet a great collection of experience for future. It teaches me that as time moves forward memories are left behind and one must learn to enjoy life as it is.