MY FIRST CRUSH

It was five years ago that i first saw her,at a place and time quite unimaginable and inconcievable for a perfect love story to blossom.It was on a hot sultry noon at our school playground.The sun was scorching our asses and the physical trainer was making us replay his antics which he referred to by the euphemism 'exercises' while he stood under the canopy of a tree.We were exercising our butt out ,the trainer gestured someone from among us. I saw someone speed past me but in the blinding heat i couldnt make up who it was.It was only when she ascended the dias to demonstrate and to reenact his capers that i got to see her.soon enthusiasm overcame my fatigue and i began moving my hands and legs vigorously
When the classes were over and as we sat there fatigued without a drop of water to wet our throat, my best friend at school went and fetched her water bottle .after we had emptied the bottle i took it to her,with the same nervousness that i still experience wen i am near her..It felt like the air in the whole planet had been sucked up... i was sweating n my heart was pounding with a 'new found' vigour .it multiplied with every step i took....for the first time i was unable to speak and with a great effort i managed to drag out 'excuse me'from my throat........she turned gently .....her eyes behind her spectacles looked like two pieces of cherry placed inside the glass shelf of a confectionary shop.her lips were as red as ian apple....she was 'giddyingly' gorgeous.... my hands were freezing cold when i handed her the bottle.....she took it from me and smiled........... i returned with a joy and exhilaration,only conquerors like napoleon an alexander would have known...when they won the whole world over
such is the power of love,even a smile can make you wait for years.....untold love is a sweet embarassment.......i must admit that the embarasment still remains