Happy Birthday

She must be 36 today. I haven’t been in touch with her over 13 years now. No, I don’t miss her much.
She was in practical terms my first love. I was 16 and she was 14. She used to come to our hostel every weekend. And I used to waiting for her.
Our first physical contact was a tight slap from her. It was an accident, I must have scared her with something and in a reaction, I got a tight rap. Like I am today, I took it in a positive way. She had after all touched me. she felt bad about it and kept saying sorry. This got us close.
Living in a boy’s hostel, where any contact to women was a dream. She did give me little importance and that was enough for me fall in love.
Later at the school fete she gave me a slip of paper, which said “please tell the man in the mirror that I am fond of him”. It was quite a strange way to propose. And quite a duffer I was, I did not understand till the whole school had read the proclamation.
Then everyone knew that I had a girlfriend. It was a great feeling.
We used to meet at midnight in the lawn, at her bathroom window, and on an occasion I had to hide under the bed as her grand dad entered the room on a diwali night.
Then came March of 88, my 10th std. boards were on and I was trying to get a little serious in studies. I used to avoid my late night meets.
My close friend, who tired of my boastful behavior on having a girl friend, said, “What’s the big deal, even I can kiss her”.
I believed....“If you love some one, set them free, if they come back they are yours for life, if not, they were never yours in the first place”.
I still believe in the same philosophy, I introduced my friend to her, later in the night I saw them kissing passionately.
It was end of the world for me, at least for next 3 months. Then I fell in love again with her cousin.
Though, we were good friends till 1995, and had several occasions to spend time with her. But it was not the same again.
She has gone ahead and become a famous designer, a wife and a mom.
I am sure she can’t forget me, at least not on certain occasions.
Like I remember her, on every 12th June.
Happy Birthday, sweet heart.

(Neha ji, do I need to explain this one, or will you consider this my literary creativity!)
Yes and I remember that I once wished you one day in advance.