Morning prayers, sunlight streaming through the classroom window, and that innocent heart sitting on the last bench…
A heart that came to school every day just to see her. I remembered her smile more than my books. When she said "Hi," the whole day passed in happiness.
No promises, no conditions. Just sitting together during lunch, writing each other's names in notebooks, and walking together for a while after school. She wasn't my first girlfriend—she was my first habit. Her laughter, her anger—everything touched my heart.
Today, neither she is with me nor that school. But those moments, those feelings, still live on. Some loves never become complete, yet they stay with us for a lifetime.
A short, emotional, cute love story —
My name is Manoj, and the name of her smile is Navya.
We studied in the same school—those same morning prayers, the same sunlight coming through the classroom window, and the same last bench where we sat and dreamed together.
The day Navya entered the class for the first time, it felt as if the whole room paused for a moment. Her simplicity, the sparkle in her eyes, and that gentle smile… from that day on, school became a home of feelings rather than just books for me.
Sitting together during lunch, sometimes her pencil with me, sometimes my notebook in her hands—those little moments were our entire world.
Childhood love is so innocent.
No promises, no oaths. I only knew that if Navya didn't come to school, the day felt incomplete. Her "all the best" before exams, walking together after school, and smiling quietly—this was our love.
Then time moved on.
School ended, paths changed. Life announced its decisions.
Navya went somewhere else… and I stayed behind in memories.
Even today, whenever I pass by a school,
my heart quietly asks—
Does Navya remember those days too?
Today she isn't with me, and neither is that school. But those moments, those feelings, still return. Some loves don't reach their destination, yet they walk with us for a lifetime.
Life became fast after school,
but my heart stopped there—at Navya's name.
Phones changed, numbers changed,
but memories never did.
Many years later, one day,
in the crowd of Facebook, her name suddenly appeared—
Navya
My heart started beating the same old way,
as if the school bell rang again.
Gathering courage, I messaged—
"Do you recognize me?"
A few minutes later, the reply came—
"Yes… Manoj?"
Just reading that,
my eyes filled with tears.
Old memories, the same laughter,
but the innocence was no longer in her voice.
She told me—
life had made her responsible.
And I understood—
some people are best kept in memories.
Then she slowly typed—
"Do you remember, we used to have lunch together?"
I replied—
"Even today, half the bread is left… only you are not here."
After a while, she wrote—
"I wish time had stopped there…"
But time never stops for anyone.
Today, Navya is a part of someone else's life,
and I am writing a story in her memory.
Yet in the silence of the night,
even today, one name escapes my heart—
Navya…