‘Wait inside the hall until my classes are over’ , explained the teacher as she rushed with her books outside her house. My mom took her leave after saying a good bye and I was still standing near the door. I could see the rain drops falling down from the roof of the house and it had a beautiful verandah full of flower pots. I wasn’t sure if I can go and sit inside but then my legs began to ache and I was almost sure that standing here for a long time is not going to do me any good rather than the outside view of drizzles. ‘How can I stand for a long time and enjoy rain’? I thought to myself after all rain is a common thing and there is pretty much nothing to watch. I half-heartedly took a turn and decide to seat in the sofa. Suddenly my eyes fell on a handsome boy who was seated in the opposite side with a note book and a pen. He was wearing an olive green shirt and cream colored trousers and had a plain glass. His hair was neatly combed and he did not pass a single glance at me. I could feel some butterflies in my stomach and my eyes were pretending to see the wall paintings, the roof and the flower vases in the far dining table. Actually, I can only remember the red color one seater sofa in which the boy was sitting. Where was I sitting?? I was actually sitting opposite to him in a two seater sofa. I don’t remember carrying a book but since I have joined a tuition class it must be pretty obvious I had a pen and a book. But my eyes were only focused on him. He gave me rare glances but I never bothered it. I was fully focused on my duty apart from missing a few glances to blink. I never dared to open my mouth or speak to him. Hours passed like minutes I had a watch which informed me that I waited for nearly 2 hours in the sofa. Those two hours feel like just few minutes of my life and even today I dont think a waiting had ever been that beautiful and innocent. The memories are still vivid in my mind when I meet my first crush in 8th standard.