It was summer.

A bright shining afternoon it was. Her dazzling hair was seen by him first, beautiful enough to draw him towards her.

And what an excuse he thought of to make her his friend.

"Will you like to join us?" He asked, pointing towards the brown Frisbee, and even she was  shy and naive, she still nodded.

So, it was their start. Their friendship grew with each day.   Musa became more and more fond of the only girl in his friends' circle.

The girl was twelve years old then. Her name was Sara. Her complexion was fair and eyes were green, just like those of a cat and Musa, fourteen years old, claimed that girl was his cat, or more precisely Kitto. This was what he named her. A name that she cherished. 

Musa was fairly tall, energetic and had a group of followers. He was the leader of his so called clan. He was considered the strongest among all the boys his age as he could beat them to pulp easily. A thing he enjoyed a lot.

All through the summer the boy Musa and the little cat Sara played in the small garden, in front of their army quarters.

One day  Kitto saw Musa beating another boy. The kid's parents asked who did that to their kid and nobody dared to answer, except Kitto. All the kids including Musa were grounded. His girl had betrayed him.

From that day onwards, he was torn in between two emotions for Kitto, love and hate. 

Even if it was temporary, one emotion had overcome the other. And it was first time in his life, that he had hit a girl. He was taught to never hit a girl but he had done it anyway. And he remembered it always. He had to. He couldn't dare to forget. For some things are always remembered.

After their fight, he never had the chance to meet her.