“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 used to attend tuition classes, walk back together, and in those simple moments, a connection
bloomed. For me, it wasn't just a school-time crush. It was a seed of something deeper. But life had
its plans. After her 10th, Rajani moved away to live with her grandmother for higher studies. She left
the town, but never left my heart.
I couldn't forget her.
That pain became my motivation. I studied harder - not just for myself, but for a dream. A dream that
one day, if I succeeded in life, I would return, meet her again, and tell her what she meant to me.
Maybe even speak to her parents, maybe even marry her.
But life is not always a straight path.
Years passed.
Then, one day, I got an invitation. Rajani was getting married - to a successful doctor. He was rich,
educated, everything a parent would want for their daughter. I wasn't sad. I was proud of her. And realized - maybe I wasn't the one for her. Maybe my love wasn't meant to end in marriage, but in
prayer.
That night, I didn't cry. I prayed:
"God, let love smile on her. Let her be happy forever."
Now, life has taken me forward. I'm married - to a woman who, strangely, resembles Rajani in many
ways. I have a child, a family. And yet, somewhere in my heart, I still search for that girl who once
smiled beside me after tuition. Not in the world - but in my memory.
Rajani and I still chat on WhatsApp now and then. She has a child, just like me. We are both living
different lives, walking different paths - but the echo of that young love still lives somewhere in the
silence between words.
So what is this story about?
Not about possession. Not about regret.
But about a love that matured with time, a boy who grew into a man, and still chose to love - even
when he had to let go.
This is not a love story that ended in marriage.
But it is a love story that never ended.
Have you ever loved someone so deeply that even time couldn't erase them from your heart?
I was just 12. She was 15. We were both left-handed — and maybe meant to cross paths, if not stay together.
This is not a story of a happy ending, but a story of a love that never ended.
Read “Left-Handed Love: A True Story of First Feelings” — written straight from my heart.
Written by Raja
A man who loved once - and always will.
