Daily writing prompt

Write about your first crush.

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood.

Today’s writing prompt is rather fascinating, and it gently nudged me down memory lane. The question is simple, yet it stirs a pool of emotions: “Write about your first crush.”

As I sit here sipping my warm cup of green tea, memories of school days flood back—carefree laughter, chalkboard mischief, the sound of bicycle bells—and nestled within them lies a quiet corner of my heart where my first crush still resides.

A Chapter from My Youth

I was around 14, a lanky boy in school uniform, more interested in comic books than in studies, and completely clueless about the mysteries of the heart.

Life back then was simple—classes, friends, cricket in the afternoons, and sometimes, punishment for forgetting homework., Ha ha ha,

It was during one such ordinary school day that I first saw her.

She wasn’t the most popular girl in school. She didn’t need to be. There was a quiet charm about her—perhaps it was the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and had the spark in her eyes when she solved a tough math problem (a subject I dreaded, by the way). Her name was Anjali.

Anjali – A Name Etched in Memory

Anjali had this rare combination of gentleness and confidence. She would speak softly, but with clarity, always respectful, always smiling.

We were classmates, and our interaction was limited to group projects or the occasional “May I borrow your notebook?”

Yet, I found myself noticing everything—when she changed her hairstyle, when she wore a blue ribbon instead of her usual red, or when she laughed wholeheartedly at someone’s joke.

That innocent admiration was never about wanting to possess or impress. It was about wanting to be noticed by her, to be worthy of her attention, and perhaps, just perhaps, to share the bench during a group activity.

The Heart’s Silent Whispers

I never told her how I felt. Back then, we didn’t have the courage or even the vocabulary to express emotions.

Love, as we saw it, was what existed in films—grand gestures, songs under the rain, and dramatic declarations. Real life was more timid, more subtle.

My version of affection was staring a second longer than I should have, or feeling happy just seeing her smile.

I remember once, during a science exhibition, we were assigned to the same group. We spent hours preparing the model of a water cycle.

Those hours were golden for me. I memorized every moment—how she cut the cardboard, how she explained the condensation process, how she scolded me (playfully, of course) for misspelling “evaporation.”

That project didn’t win the top prize, but I had already won a treasure of memories.

Lessons from the First Crush

Looking back now, I realize how meaningful that innocent crush was. It taught me empathy, observation, and the power of silent admiration. It also taught me patience and the beauty of unspoken emotions.

There’s something magical about a first crush. It’s untouched by cynicism, untouched by expectations.

It isn’t about outcome—it’s about experience. It’s that flutter in the stomach, that awkwardness, the way your heart beats louder just because someone said your name.

As adults, we often complicate love with conditions and judgments. But our first crush? It is love in its purest form—a silent sonnet that lives in our heart forever, even when the person has long faded into the crowd of life.

A Smile in Retrospect

Years passed. School ended. We moved on to colleges, careers, and families. I don’t know where Anjali is today.

Perhaps she’s somewhere reading a blog too, sipping tea like I am. Perhaps she doesn’t even remember me. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I remember her—and in doing so, I remember the person I was.

The boy with dreams in his eyes, shyness in his heart, and a feeling he didn’t fully understand.

Why This Memory Matters

So why write about your first crush?

Because it brings us closer to our authentic selves. It reminds us of a time when we were tender, honest, and open to love without fear of being hurt.

In revisiting these moments, we don’t just revisit the people—we reconnect with the purity of emotion.

Dear friends, I invite you to revisit your own first crush—not with regret, but with gratitude. For they shaped your heart in ways you didn’t even realize.
They taught you about beauty, longing, and the poetry of silent admiration.

And that, in itself, is worth writing about.

With warm nostalgia,
–Vijay Verma
http://www.retiredkalam.com

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