“She left my town, but never left my heart. A boy's silent love that grew with time.Left-Handed Love: A Story by Raja At the tender age of 12, I experienced something I didn't fully understand then - the gentle vibration of feelings, the pull of emotion, the beginning of love. I was in 7th class, and she was in 10th - three years elder. Her name was Rajani, and mine is Raja. What first connected us wasn't just our names, but a small, unique bond - we were both left-handed. It felt like fate, a mirror I never expected. We