“yaar, PDC2 me ek
bandi hai, mast attitude”
“awww… Rohan ko crush
hai… dikha kaun hai, a rae hun me aaj lunch ke liye waha”
This was the first time I heard about you, and that day I was
amazed when I saw you. The picture is still here in my eyes. Girl, you were a
force to be reckoned with. Walking across the canteen, you thin dusky frame was
literally glamorous. I wondered, boss
kabhi baat toh karna chahiye.
Heard a lot about you after that, you were quit a favourite conversation
topic, but as we lived in different Accenture world, our paths never crossed.
After a few months, surprisingly, we became flatmate. You
and Karan helped me unload my stuff in the house. That was the only interaction
we had for weeks. I misunderstood you to be a proud bitch. Gradually, my roomie
started bitching about you, telling all your long tales, and I started getting an
insight into your twisted mind.
On 28th Dec, a few years ago on this very day, I
ran out of balance and I had to borrow your phone to wish my friend birthday,
it was the first time we actually spoke and, hell froze over.
No turning back since then.
The weirdo inside you matched my whims and fantasies
perfectly alright. It wasn’t far long that we became roomies and then the rest
is fucking awesome history.
All the crazy nights, movie marathons, smokes, shopping,
your boyfriends over, bitching, yada yada was nonstop. The best part is, you
are my size, so your wardrobe was all mine. Renovating our rooms/houses,
Oktober fest, high spirits and all our stupid trends was so much fun that I don’t
want to taint those memories with anyone else at all.
Banglore and Jaipur lost the vast distance to our whtsapp
chats and facebook updates. A day without chatting with you was a day wasted
into nothingness.
There are so many things done and experienced with you, all
of it was the best time I had till now with a girlfriend. And babes, I am more
than jubilant that it was with you.
Love you doll.
