Those were the days when I used to be the student of 8th standard. I was deeply attracted by one of my classmates named Lavanya. She was a fair,medium height,cute girl with long black hair. she was blessed with a pair of beutiful blue eyes as deep as ocean.

she used to be the class monitor of my class and we had a tom and jerry kind of relationship as I used to be the most talkative and troublesome guy of the class, though I was the big time admirer of her beuty or in other words I had my first crush on her. But my inclination towards her beuty was known to no one else but me only. as I used to be a shy guy of higher degree I could not express my feelings for her to anyone of my friend till I was grown up.

And here comes the day....

Like every year this year also My school had decieded to organize festival of Rakshabandhan a day before the actual festival is celebrated throught the country. Let me give you a little overview that Raksha bandhan is a holy festival celebrated by the hindu community on which the girls tie a silicon thread called rakhi on the right hand of there brothers and all the brothers promise to provide them life term security from sin,evil or bad things.

So, All the girls were told to bring silicon threads and boys to bring chocolates, sweets or gifts to offer to there so called sisters. and post lunch the holy ritual started. All the girls were standing in one line holding a rakhi in there hands and all the boys were queued up in other line parallel to to girls queue with goodies in there hands. I was also standing in same queue chit chatting with my friends and waiting for my chance to see who is going to be my new so called sister this year. I was not able to hold my eyes off Lavanya as she was looking extremely gorgeous in pink salwar suit and standing in the girls queue.

And now here comes my chance and to my greatest disappointment which I had never imagined even in the worst of my dreams, no one else but one of the cuttest girls of school, my first crush, my secret love , Lavanya was the one who was in the queue of girl to tie the silicon thread on my hand to claim to be my next sister for rest of the life. I had no option but to carry on with ritual as I did not want to make any bad impression infront of the entire teaching staff. Unwillingly I had to forward my hand to get tied up with rakhi to become the brother of my own lover and this is how a love story ended even before it started.

But how can I be such a fool. I used to be good in mathematics and I could have easly calculated my postion in the queue against her position and could have easly changed my position. My mathematical skills might have brought a lot of success in my life but could not save my love to let sacrifice for this bizzare tradition. And this is how my love story ended even before claimimg a consious presence on this beutifil planet. And this is How a beloved turned out to be a sister...