During my childhood,
Every Sunday morning i used to accompany my papa to vegetable market.... it used to be so good, unknown people around, freshness of vegetables, screams all the way etc.,. these instances were awesome for the day to begin.
All the year it went the same until that day .... when i found myself stuck between inhaling and exhaling... clearly mentioning i was halted on hearing of the lub&dub so aloud for the first time. Realising the moment of reality... i came back just to see his face, only because of the fear that i had of missing smile of him ,holding his moms hand .
Days passed i became habituated on Sundays to go market not to help papa instead the belief i could see him again.
I hope it continued for 4long years. May be this time i guess he grew up ...older to leave the place for his higher studies and yea! forgot to tell he must be around 3-4 yrs elder than me.I was too young to name the kind of feeling i had towards him..... i wish i could redefine it now only if i can own him.