Its never too early to fall in love...
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Two little children were having time of their lives in a park. Stalling on the very swing they had so vigorously swung on, they fell in an innocent conversation.

"You wanted to tell me something," the cute little girl with pigtails asked the boy on the other swing.

"Yes," the boy grinned showing his sparkly white teeth, "new story my daddy told me. You wanna listen?"

"New story?" she asked with barely supressed glee. Sanskaar's father told most fascinating stories in the whole wide world. And he always re-told it to her next day on their playdate.

"Yes, and its about why he loves and married mommy," his eyes shined with excitement, "wanna hear it, Swara?"

They have been friends for a year. Last year Sanskaar had stopped some mean boys from pushing her into kiddies swimming pool. They had gotten angry and tried to beat him but Swara ran off to get his mother. They had been friends since then.

They always met at the gate and ran off to play together. They would take turns to help eachother swing or on the merry-go-round. They built castles in the sand box and usually Swara would be the princess of that castle. They would slide till they got all muddy. Sanskaar would bring the tales his father told and she would share the goodies her mother baked. They very rarely included any other kids from the park on their playdate.

They were also protective of eachother. Always ready to stand-up to mean boys for eachother. And if they did not get to meet eachother, they got sad. That one time when Sanskaar did not show up due to fever, she had cried bitterly, when she got home. And she had kissed his cheeks sweetly to welcome him back next day. Not to mention, he had blushed cutely at that.

He started re-telling the tale, animatedly. She listened attentively. Their swing forgotten as they drowned themshelves in the sweetest fairytale ever re-told. He was a good storyteller and she was a good listener. He would give right expression and action to match the story, whereas she would give right reaction when needed. An hour passed as two 5 year old basked themshelves in the story.

"So, mummy and daddy were best friends since kiddies, just like us," he concluded breathily. The way she listened attentively, always made him excited and breathless, "and they played together, went school together, even college together. When they grew up, he fell in love with her again and married her."

"How do grown up fall in love again?" the cute girl in her yellow frock asked with confused expression. In his eyes, she was cutest like that. Gentle breeze blowed her sun-yellow frock in most adorable fashion.

"I don't know, I'm not grown up."

"You are right."

"When I grow up, I'm gonna fall in love with you again and marry you. Will you marry me?" he asked innocently.

She bit her lip, blushing, as she gave a sweet 'Yes'.
So, you see, Its never too early to fall in love.