PUZZLED BY PASSWORDS

My first password? That  forces me  to time travel six years backwards.those were the days, when I was beaming with pride of finally getting into a medical college.but my intelligence only helped me crack a med entrance, my knowledge of the web was lurking between negative and zero.I had no intention of surfing partly because the mobile I carried was  the so called dabba mobile which I bought for fear of a costlier one being stolen in my initial hostel days.then came second year, orkut was such a rage then, but being the bookworm that I was these social platforms couldn't waver my attention the least.but I had this friend who believed in living king size and was fascinated with all the latest gadgets, she was  a social bee.my competitive instincts took over me, I decided its high time I have a mail.I considered myself a pro at english and thought mailing is a  nice thing to start with.I had to set my pride  aside and ask for help.I remember how awkward it was with me typing the user name with my right index finger bearing the brunt of the force of my thoughts. When you are not  a pro at typing fast , all you can do is type each letter looking at the keyboard as  if your  whole life depends on it.My friend was giving me a wicked smile,her eyes questioning how longer do you need.before I sought for my friend's help I was seriously contemplating what my password needs to be.a dozen thoughts were running through my brain.maybe my birthday, no that would be too easy, mine or my parent's names, that is boring, maybe a strange code of numbers, a nice quote, or a character which I liked from the umpteen number of books I  read.but what finally got the better of me was a crush I liked at college, I weaved a password out of our names, and I absolutely loved it.I was satisfied with my creation. It was easy to pronounce, remember and it was only mine for keeps.I still remember my fingers shaking  while typing the password.no, not due to the excitement but I was thoroughly worried that she might realise what my password was, courtesy my poor speed.it was finally a relief, sigh.so , that was my first password story.according to me, a little adventure.ironically, in later days, I began  to have a love hate feeling for that crush.yet I retained my password. I now hold  a few mail ids , you can see me on social platforms, but my first password still gets the royalty of securing one  of them.first love never dies.
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