Once upon a time, in the colorful city of Kolkata, there lived a boy named Suman. He loved to play cricket with his friends, go to school, and spend time with his family. Suman’s life was happy but very simple—until one day, a new girl moved into his neighborhood. Her name was Mampi, and she had come all the way from Delhi with her family. Mampi was different from anyone Suman had ever met. She was friendly and had a warm smile that made everyone feel special. Suman noticed her from the first day and felt a strange, happy feeling in his heart whenever she was around. He wanted to be her friend but was too shy to talk to her.
Then, one night during Diwali, a big festival with lights and fireworks, Suman saw Mampi admiring a colorful rangoli on the ground. Summoning all his courage, he went up to her and said, “Hi, I’m Suman.” Mampi smiled back and said, “Hi, I’m Mampi!” They started talking, and soon they were laughing and sharing stories. From that day on, they became good friends and walked home from school together every day.
Mampi told Suman about her love for books and how she dreamed of becoming a writer who tells stories about people. Suman thought that was amazing. He wanted to be someone special too, so he started studying harder at school, dreaming about a bright future.
One rainy day, Suman realized he liked Mampi even more than he thought. He felt brave and told her, “Mampi, you’re really special to me, and I think I love you.” looked surprised but smiled softly and said, “I like you too, Suman, but I’m a bit scared. We’re still young, and life has many twists and turns.” They promised to enjoy each day, not worrying too much about what the future might bring.
Their friendship grew stronger, and they shared many happy moments. But one day, Mampi told Suman that her family might move back to Delhi. Suman felt sad and didn’t want her to leave, but they both knew they couldn’t stop it. They made a promise to stay in touch, no matter what.
On her last day, they met at their favorite spot under a big old tree in the park. Suman gave her a notebook filled with little poems he’d written, and she gave him a bracelet she always wore. They hugged goodbye, both with tears in their eyes, knowing they would never forget each other.
Years later, Suman grew up to be an architect, building houses and making people’s dreams come true. He often thought of Mampi, remembering the girl who made him feel happy and brave for the first time. Whenever he visited Jaipur, he would go to the big old tree and smile, feeling grateful for his first love, which made him who he was.
First love is like a small, precious story we carry in our hearts. Even if we grow up and go far away, it always stays with us, reminding us of those special moments.
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