Something from the old me!
Hey guys, I have a new friend. Well, to be honest we have met only a few days back but we seem to hit it off.
This new friend comes and visits me often these days, as often as almost everyday, precisely at the same time. We sit in my room’s balcony; have a cup of coffee and talk. And to be honest, he isn’t a big fan of coffee (disappointed) so I have coffee and we both talk. I think I might have begun to like his company a little bit. My mom says this is temporary! This is nonsense! I am definitely appalled at her for saying this but how can I express the amount of affinity I share with this new friend. This is just beyond her grasp.
So today, I am having my coffee and I was just about to send this friend on a guilt trip for not showing up on time, when suddenly from nowhere he barged into my space and landed in front of me.
“So how are you today?” he asks me.
“I think I am good.”
“Oh, you and your thinking.” He rolls his eyes at me.
What! What am I suppose to say?
“How are you, if I may ask?” I ask anyway.
“I am awesome as always!!”
Of course you are.
“And what brings you here today?” I ask adamantly.
“Precisely nothing. I just though I should stop by since I was visiting near by.”
“Oh you and your thinking!” I mimic.
“What now? Thinking is only your job or what?”
“Nah. You could try that too, but I don’t think you will master it as much as I can.”
“Fair point well made Miss Moushmi.”
“Now will you tell me what exactly are you doing here? Visiting me almost everyday, at the same time, never really doing anything?”
“Will you tell me what exactly are you doing here, same time, everyday? He counter-attacks.
“Ummmm, I think you forget, this is my house, my room, my balcony, my coffee!!!” I almost want to scream.
Oh my God! Look at the horror that this little man throws upon me. What do you mean so? I mean I am almost expected to be in my house. I don’t have to take permission form anyone for that. And in contrast I certainly have a right to ask for his reasons of visiting. Seriously, though what does he think of himself!
“I am just asking what brings you here?”
“Yeah, but you come here everyday, you sit and you fight with me and then leave. You have never told me the exact purpose of your visit. I don’t even know your name.”
“So you can ask me my name.”
“And you think you will answer that?”
“What makes you think I won’t?”
“The fact that I have repeatedly asked you your reason of visiting me, but you won’t open your filthy mouth on that.”
“Yeah but my filthy mouth will definitely want to tell you my name.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“The fact that you haven’t exactly asked.”
“I will ask you just after you tell me the reason for your 6th visit in the 6th day of knowing you.”
“Are we still on that?”
“Okay, I think it’s time to go.”
“But where are you going? My coffee isn’t over yet.”
“Then drink your damn coffee and let me watch you drink it.”
“The coffee isn’t damned!! How could you…..”
“Yeah, yeah, I still don’t find any good reason in drinking that strong cup. I threw it out of my mouth the first time I tasted it.”
“Yeah I remember that, it wasn’t exactly too long ago.” I remember our first meeting where I couldn’t stop laughing at his reaction in tasting coffee for the first time. That was my first in meeting someone who had never tasted coffee!! DUH…
“So, now if you are done with your coffee, I think I should go. I have better things to do.”
“Like what? And I literally don’t remember inviting you here.”
“Well, I invited myself.”
“Then deport yourself too.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“You damned coffee.”
“You’d be happy to know, the cup is empty now.”
“Seriously though, you waste a lot of time drinking that.”
“How does it bother you?”
“Fair point well made.” He retorts.
“Now really, I should get going.” He insists.
“Try and be stopped.”
“Yeah, yeah, I am leaving.”
I am waiting for him to leave.
“By the way you seriously are not interested in knowing my name, are you?”
“I am. But you won’t say.”
“You won’t ask. Then how can I tell you my name?” he complains!!!
Oh my god, and I still like his visits?
“Okay, then will you please tell me your name?” I ask too pleadingly, with all smiles and politeness.
“But for now it’s time to go.” He adds. And then just as swiftly he had come, he flies away and vanishes into thin air.
This, this new friend of mine? Doesn’t even like getting clicked. I somehow managed to get a nice shot. I am introducing you guys to him as Mr. Coffee Hater. Be my guest; judge him all you want, I don’t care, because he is just so adamant with me. He gets into my nerves and is so, so irritating at times. And yet I like his visits? I must be losing my mind!!
Anyways, here he is, with his roguish charms.
Until we meet again 😀
Wasn’t it just yesterday when we used to fight with each other for really nothing?
When we used to fuss over the group projects, and who would do it entirely, while everyone of us would just take the credit?
When we used to fight for notes?
When we wanted to duck behind last benches and avoid eye contact with teachers?
When we used to make plans, and unending plans of hanging out at each other’s places.
When we used to tease each other by saying who’d get married first?
When we would go to extremes to just make an ‘April fool’ of somebody.
When, we’d just finish our tiffin boxes way before the recess?
When we’d smile cunningly when someone’s crush passed by?
When we’d go to the same coaching only to be together and just kill more time?
Wasn’t it just yesterday, when we’d roam about the whole day, and open our books the night before the exams, and yet manage to pass?
When we’d get together right 15 minutes before the exam bell, and yet manage to explain the entire syllabus to each other?
wasn’t it just yesterday, when we were kids (Okay, at least teens) and had no trouble what so ever.
Where and how did we grow up?
Going to a distant relatives wedding, or your elder sister’s wedding is way different than going to your own friend’s engagement party, the one friend whom you know since childhood, with whom you grew up. Where did the years go by?
I really can’t believe one of us is getting married, who knows who would be there next, on the stage, smiling and accepting wishes from others.
I must say, as much as I am happy for this dear friend, I am scared too.
These days we have various relationships, you have someone specifically for going shopping, someone special with whom you go buying books, someone with whom you go on dinners, and someone with whom you can talk on and on…
I don’t know much about emailing friends and writing letters having done it scarcely but all I can say about this is I feel immensely exultant when I have someone whom I can talk to in writing. I cannot say for others but I have some friends with whom I might not have met often, with whom I never shopped, neither went on dinners but when we ‘talk’ it is absolutely different, it is almost like no one else can understand you.
These very few and precious friends of mine obviously do get sometimes frustrated with my callous ignorance but they are always there. We might not even call each other; just texting would suffice where we would pour our hearts out. (It is almost like ‘You’ve got mail!)
You know, texting may sound weird, but when someone truly loves you they don’t just say ‘k’ or ‘cool’ they just ramble on and honestly I love these people who know I won’t be able to express myself unless in writing and who would take out their time and literally ‘type’ out long messages for you. It is like they care for you and not for the fact that they you don’t have much time to go out with them since you are long apart.
It is totally different from other relationships, without any expectations apart from the fact that they’d listen to you and it is purely precious. Otherwise where do you get such people these days, who’d listen to you and your unending pathetic feelings instead of going out in a club and shutting out your voices beneath the loud music?
I used to think that the longer you know a person the chances of liking him or her are more, in short my thinking revolved around the span I know a person but I was proved wrong. And I couldn’t be happier about this.
I met a crazy human being Shreshtha Saha more than two years back and I don’t know how we clicked but we did and since then we haven’t looked back. I have lived with this wild girl for not more than few months but it was enough for me to have a bond with her which one has with her sister. But post my leaving the house lives have been busy and we barely talk but when I saw her after so long everything felt to be the same. Wasn’t she the same girl who would give me the most beautiful smile when needed?
Nothing changed and this lovely girl still prioritises boys over girls, well she just can’t help that. Talk to her while a guy is smiling at her, she would probably forget her mom waiting on the phone call. Jokes apart, I love this woman and I missed her if anything I could revert back to the days when we would chat for hours in the dark of the night and still not realise that it was already 3:00 AM.
Girl, you ought to know this, you are important.
For: a dear friend.
Just a few days back I re blogged a post on being introvert and extrovert and this brought something to my attention. A friend of mine read that and stated me to be an extrovert. Well, had he known me a few years back his opinion would have been completely different.
This friend he is the most, sweetest and the humblest person that I have known recently and the fact that he called himself to be an introvert and me to be an extrovert was just his perception. For me I am yet a person trying to evolve. A few years back I was a person who was silly and shy, who would not talk to anyone unless she knows them personally, who would rather sit home the entire day rather than party outside, who would just say a ‘hi’ and sit back.
I cannot say I have changed completely but I can accept the fact that I have tried to be a better person, be it as an introvert or an extrovert. And the fact that someone thinks I am an extrovert trying to achieve something; that I am somebody, a person capable of doing something made my day.
I have just one thing to say, “I was trying, I am trying and I will keep trying till I do not lose faith and people like him keep encouraging me to be the person I am and the person I should be.”
Well, thanks to this person for being one of the most amazing guys I have ever known. I know he is going to read this and ping me instantly on whatsapp, so here I am waiting for your message Mr. Harsh Bhayani.
Big cheers to our friendship.
Despite all the love in both their hearts, there was a thin border between the two, and she knew she could never cross it.