The First Grey.

Remember, the first rapid gush up and down your throat when your first lover caught you secretly staring at him from the corner of your eyes, on a boring Geography class? How suddenly your days got lovelier and livelier and school so interesting? How you starting making finest ponytails with cute bangs, for anytime or every time he looked at you, you’d shyly slide back brown bangs behind your ears? How you spent hours to choose the right dress with the perfect lip shade to it, for all the parties as his date? How you started lying at Home about math extra class just to sit with him at the park to celebrate your juvenile love?

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While you were busy succumbing to new changes on the onset of this first brand new lover, you were being observed. The little changes in your punctuality from bed, shortening the length of your school skirt, smiling in the mirrors of the house, taking long routes back to home and then marching out every evening for group studies- all these did not stay unnoticed.

In a short while, your lovely private relationship becomes the matter of discussion at the breakfast table on a fine Sunday morning- the same day you’d plans with him at the coffee bar!

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You cry the whole day, for the disgusting revelations in the family, for the unexpected failure at love, for shutting down the swanky love phase of your school life of which all your girlfriends were jealous.

Oouuch! That’s the first heartbreak ever. You feel this immense pain. You feel a part of you drenched and lost. You feel the weight of nothingness. You miss everything, his calls, messages, his gestures, him! There seems no end to this treachery. It magnifies since you cannot even share the pain, talk about it to anybody. Everything seems dull, faded and grey. Grey.

That’s the first grey.

That’s when we know about the greys.