Stuck

On my way home from work, listening to the radio.

I normally tune in to the military's station because I usually enjoy their mix of music. And on Friday nights, they go all retro so it's toe-twitching, finger-snapping time for me. But that's not what wanted to talk about.

They were playing an announcement on the Singapore Navy's 40th anniversary and the year 1967 was mentioned. And what popped up in my head? Wow. 1967. Vinit is 40 this year? Damn, he's getting old! And then I stopped in my tracks.

Vinit.
The first love of my life.
The very first time I was prepared to marry someone.
The very first man I slept with.
Same man who's best friend kept on pestering him to dump me because I wasn't even Indian, let alone the right caste.

I am well well well over this man. He cheated on me in the end. Serially. Right under my nose. With a girl he kept insisting he was just friends with (yes, she was the right sort of Indian). Our breakup was horrible explosive when I finally found out.

The anger is long past now. I never think about him. And considering how small Singapore is, I have never seen him since. Never. Not even when I continued clubbing and visited the same old haunts we used to go to. But for some reason, like this evening, sometimes things pop up in my head. How strange is that? Perhaps what they say is true.... that you will never ever forget your first true love? But it's been 15 years. lol. Damn, 15 years!


How weird, our memories, and how oddly they pop up at such unexpected times.....