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I'll tell you a story of my college days. Unlike most growing college guys, I wasn't the typical extrovert type, not at all a sociable person. Rather, I was just the opposite, more of an introverted sort of a guy. I just couldn't make friends; I just couldn't open up to anybody, friends, relatives, nobody. In school I was relatively good in studies. Quite a well mannered, sober and gentle boy. Health-wise I was quite an average guy. Not skinny though. I did a bit of exercises and was an avid swimmer. I was also active in sports. I was an average cricketer; played football for class teams as right-in and even scored a few goals. However my regret was and still is, that I was not tall. Rather, I am on the shorter side. Just 5 feet 3 inches to be precise. But I had a strange something for tall girls. Don't know why, but whenever I saw a tall girl in the streets, I had something itching to go after her. No, I didn't have the guts to meet her and talk to her. There I had my inferiority complex of getting turned down because of my shortness. But just the feeling of standing or walking beside the tall girl would give me goosebumps. This started during my senior classes in school days. That is possibly at the age of 15 years. This passion grew as I grew older.