Finally, I am in a primary school (I am Ash), a new city kochi away from my home all for the first time, but this wasn't easy for me because after a long way finally I am here, hey let me introduce myself as a cute little sweet boy with innocent looks (this is how people use to see me) be unique, sincere and yourself ( this is what I think about myself) and you will come to know more about me as you read further...

so my first entry in primary school was very funny itself.. actually I went to school when it's was a holiday and around half a day I was waiting for my dad to pick me back to home, so the next day I got packed up and there I go to school again and there was my uncle (my mother's younger brother) who was there to drop me, so my uncle came with me to drop me in my class itself and there we go into the class the teacher came and asked for our names took attendence and made us sit, According our roll numbers, it was our first period of class, suddenly I saw my uncle who didn't left he was watching us, this is what we see but he was starring at my teacher(I came to know about this about from my uncle itself, as he was not married at that time), so my teacher went outside and told him to leave and he will take care of children's further, but my uncle got too much interested in teacher that he managed to get almost every information about teacher that is she married or not? Who is there in her family ,her name and getting all information about her(teacher) and his family, after some time, I saw her holding her heads tight as if she was going to cry... that was too much ...,after that my uncle left and and here we are back to class, so I made two new friends suraj(my best friend till now) and Daniel. After telling there names it also reminds me of the fun(wrestling kids) we used to do at school, we used talk a lot about wrestling and there we go, one day I remember at lunchtime that we were playing wrestling by climbing on tables and jumping on eachother (I know I know we are kids but still we used to do it) and finally we met an accident, so suraj was running straight ahead inorder to push me down near door of our class and there comes our teacher and he just banged in our teacher and there he goes down (it reminds me of Romain reigns taking John Cena down by sphere).. and the very next moment we were standing outside the class as a result of punishment, this moment of our life was very funny, we were unaware of what's happening around us, I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Although the primary school life was quite fun but here is the place that all started "the love", can u tell me the meaning of love, it's like, When you love someone, you want to find as many ways to show them as possible. But sometimes, simply saying, “I love you” just doesn’t feel like enough. After all, how could three small words which you tell your partner regularly, as it is capture the depth and meaning of what you really feel for them?....

This was the first time I saw, aah I forgot to mention this our secondary class, my uncle dropped me on the regular basis, and I was waiting for my friends to accompany me to class, this was the very first moment I saw sia (cute and Adorable girl). if I have to define her beauty she was the most beautiful girl on the earth, and I was following them, straight where her mom went to office and she was waiting outside in the hall, and I was kind of peeping from behind the wall, she saw me and my heartbeat went like from 72 to infinite and for a moment I just stayed there and the moment when I peeked back them they were gone, and there goes the bell and I was late for the class. so I rushed to the class and just settled on my seat. as teacher came there was another figure behind her and I was like stunned for the moment, time and time again I was pinching myself that my dream has come true, the teacher introduced her to everyone and then teacher told her to sit next bench to me, the moment went she passed from me I was having goosebumps, and I was feeling weird too, for a moment she glanced back at me and smiled. in break I told all about this to my friends and they told me to go forward and have a talk, but I was kind feeling shy and nervous every moment I went closer to her, it was around two weeks but I was still feeling shy to talk to her (as for a moment I was girl), the next day started and I was as usual waiting for my friends, but I don't know why I am standing here, Everyone left to their respective classrooms, my friend came to me and asked to come to class, then I got to know that my eyes are searching for someone else. then we went to our class, where we were having a early morning lecture, but something was missing.

I am in the class but I am unable to concentrate on lecture..because someone owns my searching and that someone hasn't come to school today ....Later I got to know that she is suffering from fever. So I waited for him.

Next day I came to school and was waiting for my friends as usual, but I was not feeling well from inside, Suddenly I heard a sound from back it was Sia accompanied by her mother, she was feeling sick, she came to me and told me to do her a favor, can you just give this leave application to our class teacher, I was feeling very nervous and I said ok. she left with her mom, and I just went ahead with the letter, instead of giving that letter to teacher, I just kept it hidden within my notes.

the very next day she came back to school and it was around lunchtime when she cam straight to me, did you gave the letter to teacher or not, so I somehow told her a lie that I lost the leave letter, she told it's ok and she asked for my notes inorder to complete her homework, this is how we became friends, but eventually she caught me the next day because the notes which I handed over to her was containing the leave letter which she passed on to me, trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. no matter how many words there are, they will never be enough.