One's life story cannot be told with complete veracity. A true autobiography would have to be written in states of mind, emotions, heartbeats, smiles and tears; not in months and years, or physical events. Life is marked off on the soul by feelings, not by dates.

First love is a little foolish and with a lot of curiosity. Foolish because first of all we don’t even know that it’s love, we do some stupid things. We don’t even dare to talk with that person. Your heart beats faster but you can’t speak a word. When you see a glimpse of that person you feel winter like spring. You tend to say a lot but when the time comes, you feel shy. You start loving everything coupled with that person, the place she belongs to, the color she likes, the way she speaks, the way she smiles, her favorite movie, her favorite dish, her favorite song, just everything.  It’s a feeling which you face first time and will never forget. The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end. We never forget those who make us blush first time. But remember first love can be dangerous and extremely painful when it is also the last.

Find below links to some of my movie reviews which talks about love - 

Tum Bin:
Woh Lamhe:
Sirf Tum:
Ishq Vishq:
Socha Na Tha:
Notting Hill:

Very soon will add more link to my write ups on love...


1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. mitendra  |  October 31, 2010 at 1:59 pm

    I want to know more about you …………….


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