"We were these girls who had become women. We found different roads to our destinations. We somewhere every day are taking life-altering decisions, the best part about which is, whatever changes we stay the same to each other. We do. It’s a promise written down, sealed with metamorphic ink. Because this , US, this is it. Rest, we shall figure it out."
Finally after a year.
It was 5 AM in the morning and she was looking forward to something. Something that made her heart clench. It was going to be the same feeling , same place, same people . There is something to be said about making new memories in the same old place with the very same people.
People you grow up with, people you learn to love, people you adore, people who make you smile and cry, people who are just not people. They are not just people, they are your people and in certain moments your only person.
The one with the Dimple
She is my wall (if you get the reference here)
She is amazing. The feeling I get thinking about her ,it’s like an instant warm hug. I have seen her grow and trust me here I have known her since whenever my forever with these amazing people began. I HAVE seen her, lived with her, walked with her, seen insane grey’s episodes with her. She has seen me love someone like no one has ever loved before, she has seen me heartbroken , she has seen me jealous, she has seen me cry (a very few have) and she has loved me, more than the love she has learnt to tolerate me. She has the most amazing heart. She’s all heart. I admire the woman she has become today. Calm. Strong. Resilient. That’s her.
The one with a thing for aroma
She is my mirror (again if you get what I mean)
This one is the difficult one, and as different as we all are. The one with her love for all kinds of citrusy flavours and tangy smells and bright colours and artistic jewellery . I have shared clothes with this one (and I don’t share well :D). We are the ones with these weird 3 AM conservations people write these quotes all over the internet about (Yes, we are). She has evolved into just a stronger version of herself. She makes all our mothers (and fathers) want us to be like her (:P ). She and I have had these spectacular hostel moments. Headstrong. Efficient. Strong willed. Smart. That’s her.
And The one with that arrow smile
She is my love ( you already know this :D)
Well, this one is all about love and dream catchers and words and pure joy. She makes me want to just look at that face, she is my perfect Indian beauty. She is too nice for her own good, I have never known her to actually dislike someone. She is the one who is all understanding, she is the one who understands the world of books. She knows what it is too long for Kiss of snow and then gobbles it in one night. She knows why is, “Nobody puts the baby in the corner” so special. She knows..no understands why Paris is a dream. She is my comfort zone. She knows how only sometimes, written words describe feelings that can not be said out loud. She just gets it (if you know what I mean,again). Love. Silent Strength. Dreamer. That’s her.
And then we met.
It was an epic. We spoke and hugged and kissed and made sloppy promises again. I love the ones with our kids in it 😛
We were these girls who had become women. We found different roads to our destinations. We somewhere every day are taking life-altering decisions, the best part about which is, whatever changes we stay the same to each other. We do. It’s a promise written down, sealed with metamorphic ink. Because this , US, this is it. Rest, we shall figure it out.
-By Aditi Pandey