First loves are strange aren't they? To this day, whenever I hear the mangalyam of a wedding the image of that guy(insert cliched phrase signifying the crush) pops into my head. Locking heads with him during that ritual, rather, playing with our heads during it. Talking throughout the ceremony. laughing surreptiously at some crazy ritual. Trying to be serious but failing miserably. Gazing at each other as the final ritual is performed. not being able to lift our eyes from the other.