First love

It was neither in a rainy day under a tree nor was it
under the stars in a lovely night. It was in the most
romantic place, ‘the Principal's office' that I fell in
love for the very first time. Love at first sight, this is
how I would describe it. Though my love grew on his
first sight, it intrigued me then and does even now.
Our Principal, Mrs. Suzuki called me and my friend
Sumnima at her office. You have never been to my
school. If you ever had, you would have known how
frightened we were. The only time she calls someone
to her ofiice is when she has 'SYTT= Scold You to
Tears’ or counsel which is quite boring.
Fortunately, she called us to pick up our library books
for this year. That was when I saw him, sitting there
with that drop dead gorgeous and mysterious look.
He took my breath away. Mrs. Suzuki told us to take
him to our class. I took him with me along with the
books. He would be staying with us the whole year.
I just couldn't believe my luck. That time, what I
thought was that luck was really on my side.
Whenever he was with me I just stared and kept
on staring. I opened him up with and learned
everything I could do about him. He was an orphan
and had faced many difficulties in his life. He was
nonetheless positive towards life. I pitied him at first
but then respected him for what he was no matter
what life threw at him. At first I liked him for
his face then loved him for his beautiful heart.
It was the most magical and memorable period
of my life. Every girl in our class fancied him but
I never felt jealous because I knew he would love
me in my mind.

He taught me more than any human could. I learned
to enjoy little things. The whole story of my life
changed and I knew that he was my teenage dream.
I would want him to be an inseparable pan of my
life for the upcoming thousand years, if life would
go on till then. I learned 7 different parts of him but
in my mind he is only one and I love him for all
he is. Even though I'm not with him now, his smell
of old papers still lingers in my memory. The year
ended and I had to leave the school but the memory
of all the time spent with him still remains fresh.
That's when I had to leave the ‘Harry Potter Series‘,
my first love. He is still in the class waiting for me
to turn his soft pages and here I am thinking about
him .... ..- Anjila Shrestha