Pyar ke kaagaz pe dil ki kalam se,
Pehli baar kalaam likha,
Maine khat mehboob ke naam likha,
Maine khat mehboob ke naam likha..

Pehle pyar ka pehla gam,
Pehli baar hain aakhien nam,
Pehla hai tanhai ka ye mausam,
Aa bhi jao warna ro denge hum…

In childhood when I used to listen these songs, I never understood the meaning. For me they were some “chalu” songs with some humming lyrics. When I grew little more and reached my teenage, it gave me the earliest feeling of something which I later know is called love. A strange face was wandering though my heart. May be that face was playing hide and seek with my novice feeling. There was a hidden crave to see that face, to feel the aura of that soul which was bewildering my mind. It was a weird mess, a senseless sensitivity, which was causing a hiatus for my common senses. I recklessly followed my mind, tried my best to make a fine balance but ultimately conceded the tune of my heart.

Few years later when I reached my youth it came again with a bang. It swept off my calmness and coolness. It created ripples in the ocean of my heart. It blew away every cherished feeling which I was treasuring from many years. I understood the meaning and I found myself a lonely beggar on a planet where each corner was filled, filled with richness, richness of mind and richness of heart.

It’s time to share your emotional journey from childhood to youth. It time to say whether your dreams were nourished or crashed.