Hi I'm kaviya from Tamilnadu, Now I am 21 years old. So join me as I take you through the journey that began in my school days. 

It was an ordinary day in my school, where I was a student in the 8th standard. Our school was quite strict, separating boys and girls into different blocks after the 5th standard. Interaction between the genders was highly discouraged, and any communication could turn into a serious issue. Despite these rigid rules, my days were mostly enjoyable, filled with the usual fun and mischief of school life.

In the 7th standard, I received several proposals from junior boys. However, being the carefree, childish girl that I was, I didn’t pay much attention to them. My friends and I were content, enjoying our time together without much thought about romance or relationships.

One morning in the 8th standard, I arrived early to class. Our class teacher made an exciting announcement: a nearby college was hosting a competition featuring quizzes, singing, and other events. She needed four girls from the 6th to 9th standards to participate. Unlike the boys, who had been informed earlier and were well-prepared with their projects, this was new information for us. Nevertheless, my three friends and I volunteered eagerly, and our teacher contacted our parents to inform them.

We reached the college with excitement bubbling inside us. There, we joined four boys in a classroom. Unfortunately, we didn’t end up participating in any of the competitions. Instead, we explored the college canteens, indulging in various snacks and enjoying the freedom of the day. The boys, on the other hand, were busy with their projects. Among the four boys, three were my classmates from the 5th standard, and I found myself playfully teasing them. However, one boy, whom I didn’t recognize, kept staring at me, making me uneasy.

As the day drew to a close, our school group lined up for attendance to ensure no one was missing. Suddenly, a junior student from the 7th standard approached me, saying, “A brother from the 8th standard is calling you.” My heart raced with nervousness. The boy didn’t know my name and had instructed the junior to call “the girl with the blue bag.”

I wasn't ready to face this unknown boy and decided to ignore the call. We soon returned to school and, eventually, back home. That day, the boy with the curious gaze and the simple message remained on my mind. Little did I know that this unexpected encounter, though brief and seemingly insignificant, would mark the beginning of a significant chapter in my life.Looking back, it’s incredible how such moments can stick with us, shaping our paths in unforeseen ways. It was the start of something special, proving that love often finds us when we least expect it, even in the most unlikely places.

Stay tuned for the next part of  my love story,where unexpected moments and serendipity continue to unfold❤️