Memories of my first love crossed my eyes. I could hear her sweet voice .My eardrums reverberated with her name settling down in sweet harmony. My nostrils could sense the rose petals that adorned her hair.I came home with a heavy heart. Yes I was in tears. My parents saw their only son and knew that he was feeling very low. They did not bother to disturb me.
I went to my room and soaked my pillow with tears. I cried non stop for 28 seconds. Then I got up from my bed and opened the cupboard and took my secret memory box.
I stored all my favorite things in that secret memory box. Still with tears in my eyes, I took a piece of paper and looked at it. A drop of tear fell on the paper.