Never
thought lifting a pen will be so hard and easy, at the same time.
Midnight cigarette, 7th floor balcony, Coldplay
and some Pink Floyd, in a city where everyone slept except the stars and the
moon, here I’m, 22 and a beautiful young woman, blogging after so long. A
complete state of bliss, satisfaction with a content smile.
So, here I was, waiting for that one call tonight from him,
as he promised, but in vain. And I so very well know him, that I knew the phone
wont flash his name. I was super confident. And that is why it doesn’t hurt. It
is not the end, but a start.
So I put a full stop to this story and rather choose to
write about this guy who called me instead to say that he misses me and that
how much he wished I was there with him. No this guy isn’t my second option or
some lover, but someone more than that. He is a friend, a brother, a soul, so
similar to mine. A human, who just cannot stand my anger and my no love for
him. It is rightly said, if he calls you when he is drunk, you hold a place
that will never be ousted. An insanely caring person, for whom such friendships
means world to him. How suddenly I feel better and important.
Importance can be showed in so many ways. Once, with whom things
started in his balcony, when in few words we almost shared our lives and recognized
each other’s true friendship, without fail tells you, “Should I call you? Will
that make you feel better? ‘Coz trust me I can be your customer care man 24x7.”
Stupid you, inspite of your hectic day at office and new life, you know what
would instantly bring smile on my face. I took the screenshot in my phone, and
saved it forever.
And then the phone beeps. My son cum friend texts me to say,
mumma, I’m coming to Bombay coz I cannot be away from three of you for this
long. You guys just cannot party without me. He is the one who will never
disobey or disrespect me. Yeah, his mother loves me a lot. And he made her
mother make Chicken Biryani for me as I was leaving the city. A gesture, worth
reliving every day.
Leaving the city wasn’t easy. More than me, it was hard for
this married woman of my life, because I was one of the things who used to lift
her life up. My sister’s sister in law she is. But we don’t believe in such
long words relation. Rather we call ourselves soul sisters. She connects to the
very soul of mine. And her other part of the soul was moving to a different
city. I wish I could tell her that nothing will ever change between us you
woman. I know you will turn this world upside down, if I ever tell you to.
Friendship isn’t just based on attracting similar souls,
sometimes two very different persons, can be the oldest and closest of friends.
Trust me; if I’m the sun, she is the moon. We are that poles apart individuals.
But this girl never expresses her immense love for me that she has inside her.
She always by mistakenly and purposely manages to show it in so many different
ways. The purest of friendship she oozes
out for me.
Friendship can be maintained even with someone, who was once
your teenage love. And the best thing about being friends with this man is that
he never fails to keep a check on me. We both know in and out and exactly how
and when to be there for each other. He was the first person to whom I called
up and said that I left my job just like that. And he made me felt happy about
this decision. Only he could have done that. A true friendship we share. He
knows about my all of my crush, love, and a perfect wingman.
He never wanted to be my wingman though, He is protective…….
