First Love makes its own little space in the heart.

“Hearts can be inaugurated only once. The red ribbon that opens them is called first love. To be the Chief Guest is destiny.” – Alok Rodinhood Kejriwal

Nowadays I start thinking over the topic, and the header is already decided from before. Nowadays, I am writing what people on the other side want to read. This topic was given to me by Indrajeet Banerjee.
The first thought that struck was Farhan Akhtar’s dialog from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, “Itihas ke panno pe likha hoga, ki mera pehla pyaar tum ho” The second thought that struck was the significance of being first from Virus’ speech in 3 idiots. But wait a moment, we do remember our second love, just that the first one finds its own little space in the heart.
Not only in the respective heart, but for others too! Do you remember the second love of Romeo? Chill, he did not have one. But even if he had, Juliet was the main impact maker because she was the first.
So what’s so special about the First love? Answer: Everything. A new sensation sets in. Something that never has happened before. The first time somebody has tickled your heart. The first time your beats beat to the tune, dedicated to someone special. The first time you couldn’t just remove that picture from your mind. Yes, also the first time when you’ve thought all the 24X7 hours, thought about the someone special.
As I said, the pictures imbibed, its embedded and it doesn’t let you concentrate. All the sleep’s gone. Started to dream with eyes open. The world has changed. Colorful world. Everybody’s so happy.
Yes, such is the impact that First Love makes. This has never happened to you before. You just hope this happens everyday. Its very natural for we human beings, to remember the first time of every activity, but Love just justified why it deserves to be remembered.
So getting back to the impact. (Bollywood Style this time) Its spring time for you, may the whole world frost in winter or swim through the floods of monsoon. You’ve just been struck by the cupid’s arrow. You jump to the bed, all that is in front is your first love. One moment you feel you areΒ hallucinating, the next moment you know, “You’re in love” πŸ˜€
Ok, come back to reality. You may take a time out. Minimize the window, listen to MP3 – Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar. And come back. Picture abhi baaki hain mere dost! πŸ™‚
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First love is not only about the new sensation. The pain of separation is equally countering. You feel like the world has ended. You wet your bed, your pillow. You are completely broken down. Life’s not worth living, but as they say, hearts a elastic. It quickly heals itself, and there is your heart again. Just that the joys and the pain stay back, memories stay along. They reside in your heart forever.
Still to conclude, Being someone’s first love is good, but being their last is beyond perfect. πŸ™‚ Β 

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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on November 16, 2011, in Specials, Topic Please and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. shivam agarwal

    For the first tine I have read this type of article . So ,will cherish it for some time !:)

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  2. It was good to set a tough challenge and was better to see you fulfill it. RESPECT. Period. Wait for mine, Though. Will be coming Soon. The Observer.

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  3. True, that the first love makes a special space, which always stays.
    Great article. Loved reading it.

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  4. Even this article is special…Very lovely!

    Thanks for sharing

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  5. First love is a phrase in retrospection
    It’s without limits or inhibition
    It breaks ur breaches, holds u down
    It shapes you up into a tainted frown

    Leaves u feeling insecure
    Leaves u Ill without a cure

    Makes u grind ur goddam head
    Ur always scared, always in dread
    And yet it is just another test
    Which u take on the left of ur chest

    U may wet ur pillow in distress
    Of ur future u may make a mess
    But ur heart remains alone and vast
    Without a love either first or last

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  6. beautiful take on first love πŸ™‚

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  7. I had my first love when I was in 3rd grade :O πŸ˜›
    But yes, I fondly remember it always πŸ™‚
    Thanks to indi cus I found this post πŸ˜€

    Could you read a post of mine, and if you like it, give it a vote? I’m in dire need of votes, I’d be really really really grateful, if it counts for anything πŸ™‚

    http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=90039

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  8. Lovely post Chetan.. keep blogging.. Your writing has great potential πŸ™‚

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  9. Must say.. Heart touching ❀ <3… Great blog.. πŸ™‚
    P.S – I'm praising u're blog … Loll.Okk

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