A Walk to Remember — My First Love
This isn’t just a story — it’s a piece of my life, a memory that still warms my heart even after all these years.
As a child, I was both mischievous and, admittedly, a little naïve. I used to stand on our terrace, wave at airplanes, and shout “Hello!” truly believing that the passengers — or even the pilot — could hear me. Being the younger child, I was closest to my mother. My father, on the other hand, was strict and always pushed me and my brother to study hard and score good grades.
But today, I’m not here to talk about my childhood — that’s for another day. This is about my first love, a memory etched into my heart during my very first year of engineering college.
When I joined college, I was shy and spoke very little. It was my first time living away from home, so everything felt new, strange, and a little overwhelming. Over time, I made friends and became a little more confident, but deep down, I was still an introvert.
Then came the day that changed everything. My college was hosting a technical fest, and students from other colleges had come to participate. One of my friend’s girlfriends was part of the visiting group. The campus was alive with excitement — my college friends were busy trying to befriend girls from other colleges.
That afternoon, I was resting in my hostel room when my friend called — from his girlfriend’s phone. He had forgotten his own phone in my room and asked me to bring it to the main gate of the institute. I hopped on my cycle and started riding towards the gate. On the way, he called again to say he was busy with his girlfriend, so her friend would collect the phone instead.
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When I reached the gate, my phone rang once more. It was an unknown number. I picked up, and a confident female voice introduced herself as my friend’s girlfriend’s friend. She said she was standing outside the gate.
I moved a little ahead and saw her — a tall, fair girl in a blue salwar suit. She was about my height, 5’7”, and carried herself with striking confidence. She looked… far beyond my league.
At first, I didn’t think much. I had never met a girl personally before, so I was unsure what to say. I managed a simple “Hi,” introduced myself, and handed over the phone. She told me she wanted to go to one of the canteens to meet her friends but didn’t know the way. I offered to walk her there.
As we started walking, I asked where she was from. “Odisha,” she said. I was surprised — she looked more like she was from Punjab. I asked if she had Punjabi roots, but she gently shook her head, smiling, and said she wasn’t from Punjab.
Something happened in those few minutes. The more I walked beside her, the more I noticed her simplicity, her warmth, her presence. She radiated a kind of positivity that felt like sunlight after winter. My heart began to race. It wasn’t love at first sight — it was love at first walk.
By the time we reached the canteen, I was completely under her spell. That short walk had quietly changed something inside me. For the first time in my life, I understood what pure, unconditional feelings felt like — the kind of love that doesn’t demand, it simply exists.
A lot happened after that day… but that’s a story for another time.
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