It all started somewhere in Surat in 1987. She was 19. It was her last teen year. She was a normal girl next door, having routine life, protective family, having long bouncy hair, tall, talkative in nature, went to college doing her diploma in commercial practice. Her name was Mary. Being the elder sister in the house after an elder brother following small siblings, she was adamant and dominating. Schooling was done in girls’ school and college also in a convent one. She was highly nurtured in a protective environment of not being able to talk to boys other than her brothers. All was well until He came into the picture. Every story has a turning point, is was hers. He was 26, tall, dark, handsome, flirty eyes, wavy hair was his description. He was eight passes, an A.C mechanic working at a shop, in front of Mary’s home. His name was Ali. One fine rainy day, their eyes clashed, Maryand Ali and a new love story were in making.

The problem in every love story at that time was, eyes talk first and then comes attraction, unlike today's stories where lust engulfs love. Few days talking through eyes went on, which ultimately led Ali to follow Mary to her college door. Mary in her teenage (an immature age where u don’t know what is right and wrong) was anxious and loved the attention she got for being followed. There they spoke, impressed by flirty lines of him, she gave her heart in the very first meeting.

In those times there were no cellphones, no digital way to communicate. They...