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Joy (one)
I noticed her for the first time
at the canteen in school.
I was in class five and
it was the first time I had noticed a girl that way.
I am sure you know what it means to like another person for the first time.
A stranger suddenly becomes so dear
that its meaning for you changes forever.
The novelty of the feeling made me scared even,
but only for some time.
And I began questioning whether I was alright.
I had never thought of anyone in my head before that.
But suddenly her thought occupied my nights and days.
Just her thought brought strange sensation to my whole being.
Then I realized I was changing more than I could realize.
It was as if
I became a full person in the instance I saw her.
As if the sweetness inside me was bottled up and
waiting for her to show up
so that it could burst open and soak me in its strange pleasure.
I have liked and loved many strangers since then
But that first time still fills me with wonder and delight.
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