After a sleepless night of extreme sadness and envy of some sort, the next morning, my text read- “ Girl, I’m sad. I wish I could meet you up. But your exams.”
It didn’t take her a minute to reply back- “Screw exams. Coming up, bitch.”
That’s, well, proudly HER.
The girl I shared my school seat with, my Tiffin- break laughs with, my exam answers, my sadness, my audacity, my madness, long walks, and all the sins.
And then one day she fell in love, with my brother.
“Bitch, I’m in love. Mind making me your sister-in-law for future?”
I couldn’t come up with anything except “I love you, my future sister-in-law.”
Obviously, the story didn’t go like the happy endings they show in movies. But extreme tragedy. The after effects are something like our families gave away with the tight relation they had.
Result- No meeting each other for the next two years. Class 11 and 12, all we did was, text each other up, saying,
“Have you turned fat?
“Send me a picture.”
“Come online, ass.”
“When can I see you up? :’(
“Give me a call when your parents are not around.”
And sadness followed consolations like,
“Bitch, Karma’s gonna be good to us. Chill.
“THIS TOO SHALL PASS.”
Aah, YES!
Now when we sit through the summer heat somewhere, all we do is consider us lucky, proudly. And yes, we are mad. We touch wood at almost every good thing we say about us.
Two best friends can never stay sane, when they are together.
HAhahahha!!
But she is some extreme level of craziness, and so are her friends.
When I couldn’t make a friend for myself in college, what she did was, she made me meet up her equally mad friends.
‘My friends, your friends.’ She said, smiling.
I am not writing this because I want to pamper her or something. Obviously, the first thing, she’s going to say, when she sees this will be, ‘Bitch, I love you.’
I am writing this, because I love writing, and I love her, so basically writing about her gives a high, and loads of peace, right now!
(Ignore the gibberish logic, if you don’t understand the emotion and love hidden in it.)
STATUTORY WARNING :
People who believe ‘Girls can never be best friends’,
PLEASE STAY OUT.
I have a very small list of people in the world who have my acclamation of owning me.
She almost tops the list.
* Touch wood*, Dear Bitch.
* Touch wood*, Dear Bitch.
