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Never crushed...

This was going to be a fiction story...but well. Actually Dreame3r's recent blog got me thinking about this. The one about crushes.

Recently all of us six cousins met up at Chints place [Chints is the oldest followed by me then sid, manu, chandu and ush]. We discussed random things, laughed, bitched and well, had a good time like always. Then someone [I do not remember who!] popped this topic of crushes. 

They all seem to have had crushes at some point of time at least. For fair skinned boy/girl who either dressed smartly or was plain hot. I had nothing to offer. 

"Ummm...I have never had a crush!" As soon as these words were out my mouth, they all roared with laughter. How can I be like this? No crushes? How come? Are you abnormal or what? Nopes. I just never liked smeone that way. Then we discussed how would we define a crush and all that. But I did not fit anywhere. Even my sister has had a crush [she seems wary of relationships yet!] and I am in a serious relationship-happily in love. So something is wrong with me. Blah. 

This takes me back many many moons ago. I had a friend in my building (boy) and we were close. But things went sour when everyone started to tease us. We decided never to talk again. I lost a good friend. I don't think that was a crush either. I was in the seventh grade! Arrrggghhh....well my cousins gave me a queer look and went on ranting about their crushes. 

Sheesh...
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