Author - Jui Purohit.

  Parents care for you. They select a partner for you by going through a bunch of bios, researching, analyzing, and debating at times. They don't fall in love at the first sight by looking at the picture; his sharp features, or his masculine jawline. They put in a lot of effort, yes, a lot more than you do. Well, I had fallen at the first sight. Yes, I was in school and he was my classmate. He wasn't a macho kind nor did he have the puffed, gym body, of course just a teenager who had a faded tinge of mustache, still growing. He was a sweet-looking boy, tall, wheatish skinned and a twinkle in his eyes. He had a candied smile. He often pranked our classmates. And this naughtiness of his attracted me. You know how this amateurish love is, you keep falling for the silliest things your crush does. Even if he kicked a goal during a regular practice football match, I used to applaud loudly. If he took a bite from my tiffin, I used to be happy. If he patted my head and cracked a joke, ...