My Everything!

She was licking her fingers off the curd rice, she just ate. Not a cutest sight ever, to see. But then what if that girl’s gonna be there in your life forever from then on? No way, I thought. And I believed what I thought. But every thought needn’t have to be the truth-in-open! And this universal law did its work in favor of me.

A few long months later, in the crowded-empty ground of the legendary school, we both were standing as a newbie. The curd-rice licker?! – My mind said. But my legs were already on the run to reach her. I asked her name. No, I didn’t. I knew it already. I don’t know why, but I wanted her by my side. She was a charm. A magic in a casual manner. Her non-stop talks! God, how I miss them all?! How am I longing to hear them now! She never was boredom. Never. She was all blasting and bottling at the same time.

Everyone has that one person in their life. Whom you don’t want to miss at any cost. That one friend. That one girl. She was (is) that to me. In the midst of all my solitude rattles, she was the one who don’t even hear what I say. Yeah, that idiot won’t even listen to what I say. But she’ll do this magic and I’ll have no reason to talk anymore. What was I complaining about? The reasons would’ve already been gone, when she was there. After all, I don’t even to say anything. Then why would she listen?

All the silly things we had done together! I was stingy to the next level. And she was lavish to some level. Hmm, opposite poles. I would run across NH road to get on that free-bus in foot board. And she would be standing at the chat shop for a snack. When she buys egg-puff, I will count coins that I had in savings. I said no? Stingy to the next level.

Hmm…and when we study together, she would read out loud, I would hear her. The unsaid battle field between us has always been ‘examination’. We both were equal and we would fight for the same position. That would always be an unnoticed calamity. And the one real time I fought with her, I was in the verge of committing suicide. Catastrophe. The real one. But the next day, she even forgot that we had fight. That was my Angel. She forgave me for every silly thing I did and accepted me for what I’m.

She was the only one I accept scolding from. No one else can touch my ego. She has been my partner. She has been my sister. She has been my everything.

I can remember that day so clearly. In 8^th grade our classes got shuffled. And I was crying on and on for days. I was so used to being beside her. People would’ve thought there had been a death toll. Yeah, I was that depressed. Then time fleeted. After all, she was in the class next to me, a wall gap in between. I would take my lunch stand at her class’ door. We weren’t allowed to enter other classes. Idiotic rules. And I would take her hand as soon as she gets out her class in the evening.

And I can never forget those last-seat in 12. Gossips. Yeah, you were gossip queen remember? Yeah, my brothers. Miss them all. How can you give so much to this stingy girl? I always wonder?!

Here’s something I tried:

She has wiped my tears of solitude,

Not even knowing she’s doing that.

She has turned my spirits up,

Though she’s not even aware of that.

She has got me new friends on the way,

As if it’s just the casual thing to do anyway.

I can never conclude this story in just this small blog. I can talk them forever. This would be enough for now I guess. And finally, thanks for everything dear. I miss you as hell. How can you do this to me? I understand you’re gonna be that hi-fi chartered accountant. But then I miss you. Miss you more than everything else. It’s been years. Have you grown 6 feet? I don’t even know this. Even this. Wish to see you soon. And I’m there for you no matter what. I also know you’ll be there for me when I’m in need.

And, belated happy birthday. Sorry.

-Sp-