Hello friends, I do not have any work to do but in recent times I have received a lot of inspiration from Radio 92.5's radio jockey Nilesh Mishra. I liked some of his stories so much that I also thought of writing love stories. I also wrote a few stories and you guys have really read it a lot. I wrote four parts of "Relationships Furious" and all four became superhit.

Now once again I have brought a wonderful story "Pinky's love story". Pinky (name changed) is a girl who once used to be the hot topic of our group of friends. We all used to debate fiercely on who she loves. Recently met him in the Delhi Metro. He told me his story. As such it was his own personal love story but I thought why not share this story with all of you. This story was written by Pinky itself.

“Manish was the name of that boy. We used to study together from the third class. That school of Lodhi Colony was always beloved by everyone. As soon as we went inside the school, our classroom was in the right hand. This class room was very lovely to us. After all, this was our first classroom in this school. Now come to my love story.

I Pinky and that Manish. On the very first day he was sitting with me. It was his first day of school. Although we were in the third grade at that time, but I remember everything very well. On the first day, he was right for half a day, but he became a bit uncomfortable as soon as half holiday was over. His maternal uncle was in a big class in this school. In half the holiday, his maternal uncle did not come to give him something to eat. Poor person started crying a little, I had brought lunch, so I started giving him a little bit but he sat down with the head down.

When half the holiday is over, his maternal uncle arrives with a small packet of biscuits. Sandeep took that. In this way, the first day went out, but the next day Madam gave the order, boys will sit separately, girls are different, I became happy, now I will get to sit with my friends.

Well, gradually we grew up. I always came first in class and it was third. I was the best in art and she was in social and Sanskrit. At first we were friends, but perhaps the feeling of love came into the mind as soon as the fifth came.

Manish was a simple boy. Used to live at his maternal uncle's house. Very fast to read but due to the very low number in the art paper, the third always used to come. But he always had more number than me in subjects like Mathematics and Hindi.