Yesterday I saw my first silver hair and I thought may be I am getting old. There it was, standing conspicuous like wise man among normal mortals. I checked it again and again hoping it to be illegal immigrant, but it was 100% indigenous.
Soon I will have trouble with walking and remembering things. But I still remember you after all you were my first love. May be someone told your name yesterday at the pub, but I can not remember it now. But I still remember your smile, your smell and your first touch. May be we went on a date and I am sure it would have been very nice. Thanks for being so kind to me and I hope I will remember your name again.
“Hey Anand, what are you smiling at? It is getting dark. Let us go home.” She was almost standing.
“I just remembered my first love. I think I was in senior secondary school and she used to sit on the first bench.”
“But didn’t you study in a boy school?”
