First Affair: First-First Love ...

DEAR STEEMIT FRIENDS,

The first love for Indian woman is the basis of her life. Even parents had taught from childhood that girls in Indian culture get married first and later they are loved. Until that time I was also unaware of the feeling of love. I was fond of reading and writing poems.

When my mother announced my marriage, then my age was only 17 years.

"But now I have to read." I was screaming.

"What are you getting married now? You pay attention to your studies. "Mother reassured me. After all, I also wanted to know who is that person? When the name was heard, the floor under the feet was lost. The princes living in front of us were my only husband.
My happiness was assumed as my yes. If the thing went ahead, it was also done by their side. I had two conditions- one has to continue my studies and secondly that this relationship should not be discussed in the colony. . 

 We were engaged, but this thing was kept hidden from the rest of the people. One day his colleagues came to meet Mummy. When  Mmmma and Mommy came to the door to see him, seeing the raj standing in  front, I wanted to hide and escape, that the mother kept her foot on my  foot. I was nervous I did not understand what I should do. Mummy kept the foot pressed till the coworker was fired. After leaving them, Mummy scolded why there was such a need to escape. Even if you do not know anyone, you will know. 

 After all, it was about to announce this relationship. As soon as the announcement was made, there was a ruckus all around. In this way it was a unique example in the colony of having a relationship in face-to-face homes. But I was busy studying these far away. It was difficult to face them even now it was too confusing to me. As soon as the Raj appeared in front of me, I ran into my house and shut the door.
One day after showing my back, they said, "Are you angry?" My feet were frozen. The heart said, look back and see, but the limitations in the rituals prevented me from seeing the public openly. 

 Just that, there was a stir in the mind. My poet mind, who was untouched by love, started to want something. All my emotions started to be penalized. In my mind there was a bitter shoot of love, but I could not dare to meet him. Yes, always looking forward to getting a glimpse of his window.

One day I was sitting in the house of my neighbor's friend that Raj got deliberately there. Seeing them, I got into trouble in the bathroom of friend and entered. Water was flowing through the tap in the bathroom and the tap was that it was not taking the name of the closure. All my clothes got wet. I  still did not come out. I could not understand myself, to see who I was  standing in my window for hours, why do I have such a condition when I  come in front of them? 

That was the first time when I felt the feeling of love. After two years, this love resulted in marriage. So far all the emotions written in the diary were marveled after I got married in front of Raj. He said, "A girl who does not even face the face has so many emotions in my mind." Today, flowers are blooming in life. We both are walking on the paths of our first love with each other's hands. 

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