“Wait. You reside in that building next to Reliance?”
“My building’s just opposite to that. I guess we’re kinda like… neighbours then!”
That’s when it all began. The first day of tenth grade and I had discovered he lived right across the street!
So every day,at six thirty in the morning-when the sun was still under it’s blanket of clouds-we awaited each other’s arrival; our eyes craving some more sleep.Together we dragged ourselves to school, arrived late but rarely got penalised for it. He did ditch me on a few occasions though, but that was all okay.Girls do take a lot of time to get dressed,I was no exception.
After long,tiring days at school,when school bell gave us the permission to leave, we stealthily snuck out of school- to avoid those assumption making individuals- and travelled home, lost in our own world. He listened to me blabber on and on about my celebrity crushes with breath taking physiques and my imaginary husband, Jay Sean. I listened quietly while he told me about his obsession with Chelsea(the football club) and it’s legendary players.
Our conversations continued on Hike messenger which transformed into late night phone calls soon enough.Talking about our past, laughing about the embarrassing moments of our lives,planning day-outs, calling each other silly names- our conversations were endless! On some dark and lonely nights,I made calls to him and cried my heart out.Instead of slamming the phone,he remained,consoling me and reminding me that every cloud has a silver lining.His sense of humour and extremely high sarcasm levels ensured the smile on my face remained even when my eyes were red and swollen.
Together,we watched several movies,even ones that were too torturous to endure (i.e Man of Steel).We made several journeys in the overcrowded Mumbai Local; our bodies swaying to the beats of the train. I dragged him into girly stores on various occasions out of which he ran like a rocket on fire.We sat on dirty pavements under the dark, starless sky talking about all the things life threw at us.We took long walks on roads with muddy puddles monsoon brought along with it; our minds constantly plotting ways to push each other into them. I did succeed several times, although the ratio does not lie in my favour.
Wherever we went, heads turned, as if questioning our relationship.We didn’t care.We knew what we were.There was no need for justification.
They are absolutely correct when they say time flies.
Time flew and it flew fast.
Now my best friend and I are distanced by six thousand two hundred and twenty four long miles.Our conversations have gone from Hike to Whatsapp and phone calls to longer phone calls.Skype and Viber are now built-in applications in our new selves.
Time flew and now he’s turning eighteen and I’m not there to irritate him.
He’s turning eighteen and I’m not there to persuade him into taking me out to a restaurant for a birthday treat.
He’s turning eighteen and I’m sitting here typing this as this is all I have to give to him on his special day.
Let’s hope he likes it! 🙂 *fingerscrossed*
Ps. Apologies for any grammatical errors.As they say in Hindi “Shabdo pe mat jaao,bhavnao ko samjho”