Ajay Kumar, 55, the well known cine star is being met on a famous TV channel. He looks beguiling in his light darker suit . Huge eyes , gloomy appearance , hefty body and an entrancing grin are his stamp marks.
He admits about his initially adore .
"Also, you adored your educator when you were only seven, gave her a rose as well." Ranjit Sharma put the inquiry to him , grinning insidiously , and the group of onlookers burst into giggling.
The meeting was on, on that popular channel. "My first love – uneven." he answered. What's more, included, "And I'm certain, your first love would likewise be to your educator as it were."
Ranjit Sharma now grinned comprehensively, decidedly. His eyes, through the specs saying, "Truly, obviously."
" And the name of the educator ? "
" I won't talk that out . " Ajay practically intruded on . " No, never ! " His eyes were talking numerous things . A bashfulness secured his face and body as well. He looked down while the gathering of people murmured in disappointment.
Ranjit Sharma, astounded , was smiling .
Some place in an upper white collar class condo , a 72 year old, resigned bank administrator, attached to Ajay's style, grin, chuckle, activity exchanges, and everything, got up from her seat before the TV, and went into her room. She opened an old trunk. Her late spouse to finish everything, she kissed the photograph and burrowing under, drew out another, a gathering photograph. She focused on one small face. Feeling elated , she kissed it. "Ajay, however I was an instructor then – my first occupation, you were likewise my first love-a protective love, delicate yet everlasting! So don't trouble, don't feel regretful, it was shared." She was addressing herself embracing the photograph to her chest !
Scarcely any petals of a completely went away rose tumbled down on the floor just as recovering the lost sweet possess a scent reminiscent of the past !