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I still remember my first crush from a winter afternoon in 2009

It was a soothing winter afternoon in December 2009. I was at a school in Chetla in South Calcutta to appear for a mock test organized by a reputed coaching institute ahead of my Class 10 Board examination. It was the first day of the test, and my mother had accompanied me to the center. It was on that day that I saw her for the very first time. She was remarkably sweet and beautiful—enough to instantly capture the heart of a quiet, introverted schoolboy who had never thought himself worthy of love or romance, and who had never indulged in such emotional ventures unlike many of his classmates. I can still picture her clearly: she was wearing a denim jacket with matching jeans, and her lovely hair was tied up in a neat little bun. She, too, was an examinee appearing for the same test. There was an innate grace and poise in her mannerisms—the kind often seen in bright students from reputed Calcutta schools back then. It wasn't deliberate snobbery, but a quiet, natural elegance that subtly set her apart. She was, without a doubt, my first crush. I had never felt anything like it before. I watched her from a short distance—a surreal moment, especially with my mother standing right beside me. When we were guided inside, my seat was allotted in a large examination hall. Before sitting down, my eyes searched the room, hoping against hope that her seat might be in the same hall. But among the sea of unfamiliar faces, I couldn't find her. The mock tests spanned over seven or eight days. On the second afternoon, I saw her again, feeling the exact same flutter in my heart as the first time. That turned out to be the last time I ever saw her. For the remaining days, within the quiet limits of my shyness, my eyes constantly scanned the school campus, searching in vain. A month later, in January 2010, I returned to the same venue for another set of mock tests. I hoped against hope for just a fleeting glimpse of her, even if only for a few seconds. But it was not to be. She had simply vanished into the rhythm of the city, never to be seen again. Sixteen years have passed since that winter afternoon, and life has changed tremendously. Her face has grown hazy in my memory over time, and if our paths were to cross today, I doubt I would even recognize her. Yet, the essence of her sweetness and beauty still radiates in my mind, carrying the exact warmth of how I felt back then. Wherever she is today, I sincerely wish her well. May she remain untouched by the dust, filth, and daily drudgery of human existence. And may she continue to radiate that same unparalleled sweetness that once captured the heart of a quiet, forgotten boy on a long-lost winter afternoon.