I have been in a relationship with a lovely girl for a long time now. Probably if I get settled quick in my life, I would love to marry young. Anyway, this is our story.

I was a big big flirt at a point of time in life. I was in a college which was like a social party in itself let alone an educational institution, as all streams - Commerce, Science & Arts - all were under one roof. I never realised when I switched from playing football for myself in the college team to playing for the girls drooling over us in college - damn, those days. So, a total social hype college, a place in the football team, some mutual friends with hot girls had transformed me into a crazy outgoer. And thats the time I meet A. Lets call her that or else you will search her up on Quora.

Now when I met A, I was already mingling with a girl I met on social media and a girl from college who made a confession over my football skills over a confession page. Not a thing to be proud of, now in life, but I was a frickin’ player.

I met A on a bus. Can you imagine this? Now I really believe that your ‘lifetime’ things hit you when and where you are least expecting them. Me and A, we were on a bus and coincidently going to the same tutor we enrolled for, for higher studies. We both were budding CA students then. One more coincidence, she hailed from the same school as my best friend did. That's probably the only good thing my best friend ever did for me.

We travelled together everyday in the bus back and forth for around 1 hour and 20 mins - all days a week. I was either having some problems with either the social media girl or the college football girl or I was just looking outside the window listening to songs on my phone. But I never never flirted with A, I wonder why now, she was one of the most good looking women in our batch and in my lifetime too. I did notice, but I really don’t know why. Maybe God had intentions of making me flirt with her for my whole life.

On the contrary, A, despite me being a dumbass, kept giving me clues about her feelings and listening to the crap I told her about how that social media girl was not talking to me the other day. She did this for a totality of 1 year and 6 months post which the situation was such that the whole damn mutual friends of mutual friends too knew that she liked me, but I didn’t.

Eventually, I realised after some incident how foolish I had been and how fortunate that A was still in my life, and that was when I proposed her, and she said yes. Why wouldn’t she? She wanted me to, since a long time. She still jokes sometimes that she said yes in an instant because she feared I would change my mind if I start talking to someone else.

Post the above scene I wrote down for you, we qualified further in our academics, and we both are currently CA Final students from the Institute of Chartered Accountants of India. If everything goes well, and as planned, we would be CAs on this day next year. We have seen failures, stress, difficulties which probably no one knows, just we both do, and its fine until we are aware of where we came from and how one was there for another.

There is a strong message I want to pass to every person of older generations and some conservatives from current generations about Relationships. I will write this from a guy’s point of view, because obviously. A guy cannot have a bigger life advising mentor in his teens other than his girlfriend.

If its his right person, he will learn to respect women, he will learn to spend money wisely, he will learn about the physical issues women have, he will have goals and dreams which are of his latter half of life, which will in turn give a maximum boost to his academic or work performance - and this is highly needed in a nation where infants are raped and rate of acid attacks is higher than the rate of GDP.

If its not his right person, he will fall, terribly in life. But I can put a signature on the next statement that I am going to make - He will rise much more than what he was before he fell hard, and he will never look back in life. As my favourite quote goes, “My scars are the proof of the number of times life tried to kill me…. and the number of times, I won.”

I cannot wait for my (very distant) future when my kids would read this - and I can tell them, thats how I met your mother.