I remember him wearing a red tshirt with black jeans, a glasses on eyes. Whenever he used to enter the room, he first looked at me and then went to his seat. Never ever have seen him carrying any notes or files. His pale skin blushed whenever saw him in that red tshirt he worn.
I had only spoke to him twice not more then that. I thought about speaking to him further but he just vanished like smoke. I gave him a scrap book to fill once but couldn't find anything more than his then favourite author Shiv Khera.
With this page of my scrap book turning over, the story of my first crush gets sealed in the dust of the time. I planned to tell him my likings but I guess destiny planned ahead and he was only good enough as a crush. Its been 9 years now but SK still exist somewhere in my tender heart.
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