My first love's fifth anniversary...

I was 16 when I fell in love with her.

It was hard taking my eyes off her once I set them upon her, so pretty was she. Slim, lissom, petite, seductive, wow... I used to run out of adjectives while describing her! She was on my mind all the time and I spent my days and nights doing nothing except dreaming of her.

Yet, she seemed so unattainable even though I wanted her so much. Somewhere inside me the hope that she would some day be mine always burnt bright inspite of the possibility being exceptionally remote.

My parents thought the idea of our alliance was absolutely crazy, wild, etc., etc., ...to put it mildly.

I thought I would still make her mine someday, whatever else happened. Thus time went by...for quite a long while, with my resolve to attain her remaining as strong as ever.

Then one day she went away. My world seemed to fall apart! I searched for her everywhere I could, without success. It hurt like nothing had hurt me before.

Gradually, time the great healer helped me to recover my senses somewhat, though I could never take her completely off my mind at any point of time.

However, I came across others and some of them were really nice. There was one I liked particularly. Slowly, I started to gravitate towards her. I was not sure whether it was love, but I liked this one quite a bit. Almost everyone agreed that the choice I was thinking of making was actually a rather good one. Our interactions were rather pleasant. I decided I would try and tie the knot as soon as possible.

And then...she came back...my first love came back!! Out of the blue or wherever she had gone...I could not care less! I would not let go of her this time.

Hurriedly, I went about arranging everything that needed to be arranged to bring us together. Fortunately, things fell into place exactly the way I wanted them to.

And then the big day finally arrived. I was more excited than I have ever known myself to be, but they would not bring her to me. The wait seemed interminable. If I could wait this long, I reasoned to myself, I could surely wait a little longer. Still, it was not easy. Minutes turned into hours and it seemed those were soon going to turn into days.

"There she is now!" my brother, who was sitting beside me, shouted. There she was, being brought in, graceful as ever.

Whatever happened thereafter, the completion of all the requisite formalities, went by in a daze. It was all over before I knew it and we were finally together, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part...

We were alone now. I wanted to become one with her. I took her in my arms and...
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...kicked the engine to life!!!!

She i.e. my love, was my brand new Yamaha RX 135 (Single cylinder, 2-stroke, 12bhp, 135cc)!

What did you think????

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P. S.

If I have ever seen a fella's jaw drop, it was the Yamaha dealer's when I went to buy the bike. Our brief conversation went somewhat like this:

S.S. : RX 135?

Dealer: Haan ji! (Yes!)

S.S. : Black colour.

Dealer: Mil jayegi. (It's available.)

S.S. : De dijiye. (Give me one.)

And then this guy's jaw dropped nearly to the floor!

I mean I had heard of this phenomenon of people's jaws dropping, but never experienced it first hand.

It was really good fun watching it happen, about five years ago, on 26 June 2001!