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Recently, I took a test at the British Council Division in my town, and the results were.. pretty mindblowing. 🙂 I talked to my best friend about it, and explained from scratch what the whole deal was about and we went over it and then once again, to get everything right. And yep, it really was an achievement. My best friend, that guy, he still hasn’t lived that down. Says he’s proud about it. yet when I said I was proud about it because HE was proud about it, smack! I was hit with “Modesty wouldn’t hurt once in a while”… that’s what he said to me, and he’s the one telling me “I’m changing the world” 😛 (No connection, he just thinks I am.)

He’s probably gonna be mad at me, for a while, for blogging abut that.. but he should try being less cute hey!

But today, soon after we had been through the regular prouding and smiling, I began wondering how in the world had I found this person. I just one day, started talking to him. No typical meeting.. he helps me pick my fallen books or we are two dorks alone at detention or anything like that. No thanks. We just started talking. And we haven’t stopped since. Been months.

First time we talked I ended “Gotta go, dinner.”

That’s never how I talk to people. I usually say stuff like, hey, I’ll catch you around or hey I’m cutting this short, hope you don’t mind. Not with him. Just said I gotta go. And it was that easy.

This isn’t a long long post about how awesome my best friend is. Because I can say it in one line too. He’s awesome.

I’m not gonna be saying though, that he’s the best in the wold. Figured, I love my bestie, doesn’t mean I have to go and lessen others’ besties alongside. That’s kiddish, and thoroughly unnecessary. I know anyone who meets him would love being with him. What more can a person achieve really.

Love you dost! (Hindi for friend)



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Third and final part. Continued from Long Gone.

Elle cried.

The tears didn’t bring Whit back. The tears didn’t tell Sam she was sorry. The tears didn’t do her tired body any good. But the tears were warm, and she let them flow. She needed time.

Elle knew that enough wrong had already happened, and that she had to bring back together all that was left. She had to bring Sam back, she had to cleanse Whit’s memory, and she had to prepare for her burial. She had to tell Whit’s family in the best way possible that Whit died trying to escape from the drugs, and she had to accept that her best friend… was gone.

Elle fingered the green envelope. This was the last time Whit had tried to communicate with someone she realised. And then Elle remembered the other envelope inside. She ripped the tape away, and peeked inside.

She felt inside, her fingers struggling to hold the tiny thread she had seen. When she finally pulled it out, it turned out to be the charm Whit had made Elle for Friendship Day in fourth grade, but had had to take it back because Sam had protested that he hadn’t got one.

The tears had dried. Elle picked up the phone, rubbed her very swollen eyes, and dialed a number she never had to look up.

“You’ve reached Sam. Leave a message after the beep!”

“Hey Sam. It’s me. I want to talk so whenever you’re back-”

“Hey Elle.”

He was there after all. She had wondered for a moment where he would have gone the day after Whit’s death. He’d probably be venting with soda. All alone.

“Hey. Sam. Uhh… Whit died.”

“Umm… yeah, I told you that yesterday.”

“No, she died fighting it.”

“I’m sorry?”

Elle breathed out. She told him about the letter, and about the charm, and how she wanted to make things right again.

“This really sucks you realise that? She was at it for months! And she survived every dangerous night in the hospital! And then , when she wants to change, she… Damn it!”

“Hey. I know. I just wish we had been there for her.”

“Oh I was there.I went over cause she said she couldn’t sleep,and she did soon after, while I was there, and I realised she wasn’t… breathing… when I tripped over her foot and she didn’t… I was there.”

Elle didn’t know what to say. So in Whit’s final moments, Elle had left her best friends and been busy where? Sleeping?

“Okay. When is the funeral?”

Elle hoped against all hopes that she had at least not missed out that.

“I’m still planning it. There’s her family to talk to and frankly, I don’t know how I’ll-”

“I’ll do it. I’ll do all of it.”

“Okay El.” She heard a smile in his voice, and she felt better herself.

“Oh and where are we meeting then? Coffee shop?”

Elle smiled as she replied, “Yeah. In ten.”

“Okay. And don’t forget to bring the flowers and stuff. To say sorry.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry Sam.”

“Forgiven. See you in ten.”

And the line clicked.

Elle had just got up to change, when the phone rang.


“Oh and one more thing El.”

“Yeah Sam?”

“Bring the key.”

“Yeah. I will.”

The Difference in Hospitality

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In seventh grade, I went to one my friend’s place. We were pretty close back then. But back then, close really meant hanging out most of the time, no real chum stuff, no real compatibility. And that was not really by choice, there were only a few people who shared my idea of fun.

Well, past tense.

So this time when I finally went to her house, it has left quite a mark on me. A negative one. And I look back at that day, I’m just reminded of how things started to change. Maybe you’ll see after all. This incident is in fact a mirror to her personality.

We were walking down to her building, I remember we climbed the stairs. That means something, I am not just cribbing! Stairs are cool, but when they are each five inches high and run on and on and on, forever, it’s no short of a Mount Everest feat! Really, what were the builders thinking?

With our tongues out and gasping for breath, we reached the THIRD floor, rung the bell and waited. And waited.

What, you mom MIGHT NOT BE home? So where are we supposed to go?

WHAT? You can go to your grannie’s so what about me?

WHAT?! I can go home?!

All this happened in the twenty seconds her mom took to travel at her leisure from the kitchen (the FIRST room inside the house) to the door.

But this might have been my idea of a little joke then, so I went along. We went in, and suddenly there’s this call. For my friend. It’s her friends from around her house, calling her to play. So sweet, huh?

They’re calling her now. And she’s shrugging her shoulders. Why is she shrugging her shoulders?

“It’s really… I can’t say no to them…. I gotta go…”

What just happened? She’s out of the door before I can say anything. Aunty comes out of the kitchen, in much better speed, and looks at me. She calls me in to the kitchen, and we talk about what she’s making for lunch. Yeah.

“OHHH I love that! It’s really my favourite! Thank you aunty!”

And much syrup-talk. Really, one would become diabetic if they heard it all!

And then suddenly, she tells me they would be playing just under the building! Lo and behold! So I rush down those stairs again (mountains, remember?) and find my friend yapping away with her mates. Some mates. A girl who calls herself a tomboy (that’s kind of a ‘cool’ tag here) and paints her nails a fresh coat of pink every morning, a midget boy who struts like he’s the boss… the reason they’re getting this panning is because they made it none the better to be there. Bossy little twits, did their best to make me fall in that football match they proposed thinking I would be bad at it. I wasn’t any good, but I gave some defence. And I think that’s the only constructive thing that happened on that visit.

Then we returned to her house, via the STAIRS. Why do they have a lift if it doesn’t work, ever?

Then we had that lunch, that was “my favourite” which was not so bad after all. Actually it was pretty yum, so maybe the whole trip wasn’t so meaningless after all. 🙂

And then. Then she just did it.

First we sat and she looked at me and said “So what do you want to do?” and then , she went out and started playing god-knows-what on her mom’s cell while I was waiting for her inside.

Gosh, I don’t know what made me go to her house. But I swore I would never return, come what may. And even as I said “Thank you for having me” when my mom picked me later, I really meant “GOD! Thank god it’s over!”

And then, it happened all over again. I had a great friend again. I was going to her place again. But this time it was different.

She too asked me what I wanted to do. I talked to her mom too, even about lunch. I was alone once again. But it was nothing like the previous one.

We walked down to her house, we climbed the stairs, we waited for the door to open.

But when it did, I knew this was no more deja vu. Her mother was such a warm person. Gushing and filled withe energy, she welcomed me into that little haven I have grown to love. Can you believe it, we had the same thing I did at the other one’s house! But you know, it was nothing like it. 🙂

We really did nothing. Played a prank on a school friend, ran songs, became members on Pixie Hollow! But everything was so perfect! Here I was, doing nothing again. But it was so much brighter than that other nothing!

And this time, when I said “Thank you for having me” I was really wondering “When can I come again.” And mom drove away, with me dreaming about the ice cream sundaes I hated but now loved.

So… is that hospitality?

To smile and to make the worst of events the most memorable?

Is this really the difference between her and HER?

I hope it is. But I’ll catch you later, got a call from that second friend. 🙂