Originally posted by karandel_2008
I remember you said, in some thread, that you used to like SRK, long back.
Yes, Yes Je t'adore SRK beaucoup. Actually the list of celebrities, fictional characters etc I have been smitten over is infinite.
That being said I had time to reflect during the endless drive home in poor road conditions. Actually, I had my first real crush on a real person when I was five. Lets call him V. There was a men's clothing store below our house and he was a teenager who used to work as a clerk there. I was just a wee un and really adored him a lot. Mostly because he told fascinating stories. I was a huge fan of Jungle book and he would make up all these stories about Mowgli, Baloo, Bagheera, Kaa and all right on the top of his head and tell them to me in the most fascinating manner. Every day I just had to go to the store and pester him to tell me another story.
Well eventually the store closed. Even though he lived in the complex right behind ours with my schedule with school etc, we never ran into each other. Then years later when I was thirteen or so I was running an errand to buy milk when this guy who had just parked his motorcycle looked awfully familiar. I looked at him and recognized him to be V. Even he recognized me and he was like - wow you have grown so much. He had the most adorable smile and this light in his eyes. Soon every time I had to run an errand we seemed to run into each other and talk. Even now the talks were so cutely innocent. Jungle Book and Disney cartoons and such, and how school was going.
Then my friend who was his neighbor one day told me, that she thinks he is flirting with me. I was super excited. I had a crush on him. I thought he was cool and much older, but he was flirting with me. Then she was like, you must avoid him. I asked why. She said because he is married and has a son. I got defensive and said he never told me he is married. She said why don't you ask him. I explained how the heck am I supposed to just randomly ask him if he is married or not. I've never seen his wife or kid. I talk to his younger brothers too and they never mentioned him being married or their nephew.
This is the terrible part - even though I knew she was right - after all she lived next door to him - I trusted her - I could not stop talking to him and never ever asked him if he was married. But that was it we would just run into each other and just talk. It was just so easy to carry long conversations with him. It would be just an occasional talk - once a week or sometimes even once a month. It continued till I moved to the states. Even when I visited India last, I saw him and we sat on the steps and talked for hours together.
He's still never mentioned his wife or kid ever to me. And by now a ton of other people have confirmed it. Worst part is that next time I run into him, I will probably just sit and talk for hours. After all its just talking no harm in that.