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OUR FIRST MEETING.

Life is a maze and love is a riddle......and Its really very hard to solve this puzzle!!!
everyday we meet different kinds of people and some become special to us ,with sum we make friends......with few we fight.....and some meetings just remain untouched in our lives!!
I met u first time in my tuition. And as it is said first impression may not be the last impression. I say this because when i first met you I found u to be a person full of attitude and arrogant and no-body-is-of-my-kind/i-am-the-special kind of thinking person. I hated to talk to you and had decided that unless you speak to me I wont say anything to you.
That day our tutor had asked to borrow the copy from you for some notes but then your disgusting handwriting was just illegible. When i said this to you I really thought u to say something very rude kind but you were unexpectedly soft, polite, calm and said that you will try to change it.
The expression on your face, your politeness to me...........that day I found you different and....something in you attracted me. We started interacting more often and discovered many things about our families and ourselves(well i don't know about u but I had came to knoe a lot of unknown facts )!!! We walked home together and your house used to come before mine . Sometimes we when you even used to walk me to my house just to take another u-tern towards your place. And then when your mother by-chance saw us together walking and asked you questions you always had your excuses ready- like you had to take some medicines or something else.
You kinda became my best friend and I loved sharing everything with you......................................


- To my best and special friend.

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