Once upon a Time...

I got into this local train (local trains are the life lines of Mumbai) to go to my college for the first time. It was my first day to my college after graduation. Just as I got into this train I tried searching a seat for me. There I found it in between two ladies and I went and sat on it. I tried to make my self comfortable as the journey was for around 20 minutes. The girl next to me was annoying me. No actually bead tuck on her dress were rubbing my arms and hence it was as if someone is poking on to me. OH!! Each time her arms rub next to mine I get a reward of sitting next to her in the form as a small scratch on my skin. I tried hard to be away from her dress, I even thought of shifting from the place but by then a station had passed by and many people has boarded the local occupying almost all vacant seats. So I pulled my scarf (duptta) around my arm in the hope to be saved. I guessed that she understood my uneasiness and pulled her scarf as well. Well it was hardly of any help.

When my station was about to come I gave her a bad look getting up from the seat and stood near the exit of the train to get down. Her reaction was neutral as if she expected the look from me. I never looked back to her and rushed out of the train to catch up the auto. See if I would walk as if the garden I would be standing for auto rickshaw for ever so I had to speed up and catch one…its Mumbai meri jaan after all.

I saw a girl asking the rickshaw driver the same college that I wanted to go so I asked the lady if I can share the auto and she was happy to do that. As I made my way to the back seat next to the girl another voice asked if she could share as well. The girl agreed, as the other voice bend down to get in OH MY GOD this is the same poking girl I met in train and here again she was next to me. I cursed my luck. I was already late to the first class and this damn thing again????

Well we 3 started chatting in the rickshaw and we came to know that the train girl and I are in the same class… SAME CLASS?????????

Well I could not digest the fact and our destination arrived…OHHHH!!!! I paid and ran for the class….”hey wait for me” I heard and oh dear I had to wait for the train girl. We were last to enter the class and only place left for us was the front first bench…FIRST BENCH!!! This girl was certainly not nice for me….

The day went of well. We both were supposed to be friends by now as we had formal introduction. We got ourselves introduced to few people in the class and got bonded with 2-3 of them.

Later in the evening four of us went for snacks in the near by restaurant. And there I found this train girl is soooo talkative. She keeps on talking, talking and talking… Allows no one to talk while she is chatting. In days to come, 2 more girls join the gang of our four (who went out for the snacks), and now we were six. But we both somehow (even after initial cold war) bonded well.

Later I told her about the train episode and she said she understood my uneasiness and was very sorry about it. We laughed it out and remembered that strange meeting of ours whenever she wore that same dress.

2 years passed-by just fast the post graduation course got over and our friendship grew strong. From the gang of six the group is no were to be seen or heard. Some girls just had some misunderstanding and some just left us to no where. But finally we 2 are still strong. Its been 4 years now since our fist meet. She still talks to me as if today is the end of the world and I listen to her talks (trust me some times they like of no sense at all). She still asks my advice and never follows what I had advised and do what she likes. She still is as stupid and annoying as she was when I met her for the first time in the train.

And yes she still understands that some beads are poking me even without me telling her that. She still knows it somehow that I am sad. And yes she keeps her mouth shut when I am angry or frustrated. She still comes for my rescue from the world.

We both are the still pillars for each other and stand for each other again all odds. our friendship has been through many tough times but we stuck to each other. even after those deadly fights we still believd in each other.

This small little story of my anger with her on our first meet was just to tell you all life is too short to be cribbing and getting angry on others. Love the people around you and the people who care for you…

We both simply laugh about the whole occurrence and I still hate her pink dress with those beads but I love you my friend.

It’s your fate when you find a special friend.

Someone who changes your life by just being there for you.
Someone who makes you laugh and never let you cry alone.

Someone who trusts you who cares for you
Someone who wants you to know there is good in the world.
Someone who always stands for you.
Someone who wants you to open the unlocked door,

just waiting for you to open it.

hey rups this post is dedicated to you and to our friendship. i have written this peom just and only for you.