Dear Girl: Memories Of First Love (Boy From Chandigarh Book 3)

On a July evening 20 years ago, I saw off a girl outside my house. A childhood friend, schoolmate of 13 years, and sweetheart of four, she was my first and most ardent love. It was a sad parting. I was “getting rid” of her sneakily. We were talking with eyes averted. She had sensed something was wrong. Only I knew it was the end for us. I had hardened my heart against her. I was sending her home with a thick dictionary inside which I had hidden my final note. I could not face her with the truth.
Did I really want it to end? It’s a question I have never been able to answer with finality.