She's come home finally. She was just gone a week, and yet I missed her coz it was the holiday season and I associate the holidays with her.
I'm talking of my best friend. The one I've had since 8th grade, the one who makes me laugh till my tummy aches, the one who I love as if she were a part of me.
If it hadn't been for the class teacher in 8th grade, who didn't want me sitting with Isha, I would have probably never spoken to Urmi. Then I sat next to her, and I'd sing verses from Eminem's songs till she wanted to stuff socks in my mouth to shut me up! And in a month, she'd gone from being just some girl, to my best friend. We cemented it the next year, when she stuck by me, when I needed it the most. We've been through the emotional up and downs of the bad boyfriends, and the worse break-ups. It's never changed. We've grown up, we've become different people, with a new, completely different set of friends. We're studying in fields, the other does not understand. It doesn't matter. We see each other once a week, sometimes lesser. Coz we're both such busy people now. We're always in college, doing this, and writing that, and studying this, presenting that. But when it comes down to it, she's still my Ibni, and I'm still her Lalu. (don't ask)
Every year, during Navratri, I go to the Durga Puja with her. Not because it holds a special interest for me, but simply coz its with her. During Diwali, my Mommy makes sweets with her in mind. Every year when the Mysore Paks are made, she says, have I made enough for Urmi also?
Its lonesome this year. She had her examinations during the Durga Puja. And she was in Kolkata during Diwali. The holidays aren't the same without her. Mumbai's not the same without her.
I saved Mysore Paks for her. Coz then it'll be Diwali for me.
She doesn't have to know every detail of my days, she doesn't need to call me everyday. That's not our love. Our love's just there. Its a connection. If it was anyone else, I would have forgotten all about the person ab tak. But not her.
She's finally home. Mumbai already seems happier.
I'm not cribbing, but I miss the days, when you were around me all day, and we'd bunk class and go sit at Barista. They were easier.
But still, you're home. And I'm happy.
Much love.
(:
I'm talking of my best friend. The one I've had since 8th grade, the one who makes me laugh till my tummy aches, the one who I love as if she were a part of me.
If it hadn't been for the class teacher in 8th grade, who didn't want me sitting with Isha, I would have probably never spoken to Urmi. Then I sat next to her, and I'd sing verses from Eminem's songs till she wanted to stuff socks in my mouth to shut me up! And in a month, she'd gone from being just some girl, to my best friend. We cemented it the next year, when she stuck by me, when I needed it the most. We've been through the emotional up and downs of the bad boyfriends, and the worse break-ups. It's never changed. We've grown up, we've become different people, with a new, completely different set of friends. We're studying in fields, the other does not understand. It doesn't matter. We see each other once a week, sometimes lesser. Coz we're both such busy people now. We're always in college, doing this, and writing that, and studying this, presenting that. But when it comes down to it, she's still my Ibni, and I'm still her Lalu. (don't ask)
Every year, during Navratri, I go to the Durga Puja with her. Not because it holds a special interest for me, but simply coz its with her. During Diwali, my Mommy makes sweets with her in mind. Every year when the Mysore Paks are made, she says, have I made enough for Urmi also?
Its lonesome this year. She had her examinations during the Durga Puja. And she was in Kolkata during Diwali. The holidays aren't the same without her. Mumbai's not the same without her.
I saved Mysore Paks for her. Coz then it'll be Diwali for me.
She doesn't have to know every detail of my days, she doesn't need to call me everyday. That's not our love. Our love's just there. Its a connection. If it was anyone else, I would have forgotten all about the person ab tak. But not her.
She's finally home. Mumbai already seems happier.
I'm not cribbing, but I miss the days, when you were around me all day, and we'd bunk class and go sit at Barista. They were easier.
But still, you're home. And I'm happy.
Much love.
(:
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| 9th Grade. I've never seen us happier. Right here, are the most genuine smiles ever. |
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| 10th Grade. I'm grinning this way, coz I know, that wherever we go, I'll always love you this much, as will you |
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| We grew a little older, and a lot prettier together. |
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| You'll never agree, but you look adorable here. Ibni. <3 |
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