I really don't remember my first kiss though they say every young lady does. I remember they all seemed a chaotic feel because I think I received all my first kisses synchronously. I was five then. It was playtime and we were at the ground. That morning we had been taught the song of the milkmaid and her suitor. And I was still humming those lines:
"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
"Nobody asked you, sir," she said."
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
"Nobody asked you, sir," she said."
It was then seven of the fifteen boys in my class fell in love with me for a moment. Perhaps it was the red bow on my dress or perhaps my voice sounded sweet to them. So as I stood humming they ran past me, kissing me as I counted the kisses... six and a half(the half because I felt my heartbeat cease as I saw Alan looking at me from afar). I don't think I ever saw him look so again, eyes that drove right through my red bow and my humming self.While those seven stood claiming I was his and not his, not his and his, especially P. Vijay claimed he was a minister's grandson and so he would be the best. I was not listening to my suitors, I was watching Alan walking away. So I ran and behind me all the seven suitors too followed. I heard them call me a jerk as I hugged Alan and gave him his first kiss. 
He was taken aback but turned around to give a final look at the seven suitors and as I hung my guilty head
he planted a firm kiss.
He was taken aback but turned around to give a final look at the seven suitors and as I hung my guilty head he planted a firm kiss.