It all started when we were both barely seven years old. I distinctly remember being miserable inside when I was asked to gather my belongings, pack my bag and shift to this new table where I had neither any inclination nor any desire to sit for almost the rest of the year and that to beside that one girl whom I had always found slightly strange. While I had a hint of a tear in my eyes during the whole process you seemed full of gaiety, while I resisted all your friendly advances you seemed to be the vicar of perseverance…in all to make the long story short I hated you totally and completely. I remember blaming God, our class teacher you and everything and everyone on whom my then spiteful vision rested. It has been more than thirteen years now since that fateful day when we were literally forced to sit together in class. I often wonder how our lives would be if that day could be erased. Strangely enough I find that very thought to be mortally hazardous, for today I’m completely dependent on you. Although I have and will always cherish the vigor of the bond that we share today, I will also treasure those juvenile fights we had back then. I wonder if those silly happenings are to be held responsible for the special connection that we share today. You, my dear best friend have been with me through thick and thin, supported me when all others chose to be invisible, chided me when my feet left the sturdiness of the ground below my feet, cried a million tears with me when I was feeling low for the silliest of reasons…today I say thank you, I thank you very much for all those things. I know that I often infuriate you by being obstinate when the times not right and somehow you manage to cope with it. My dearest best friend, I’m not just thanking you for being there for me when it was needed, I’m just trying to let you know that I love you for the person that you are, however crazy and pig headed at times. I love you and always will.
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