I have a friend. My best friend, my sister or should I say, a part of me. I love her very much; her name is Aarti and is my childhood friend from school days. She was a transfer student. She was very beautiful and had a very charming personality. The first day, she came to my class, she sat near to me. She was.jpg)
feeling a bit uneasy of course we all do. So to make her warm, I introduced myself and started a normal conversation. Slowly, we were friends and soon enough, we were inseparable friends. We did every possible stupidity that a teenage girls would do in her adolescent. Pull pranks on others, late comers, bunkers, had a constant discussion and face up with Princy (principal). Once we were 10 minute late for our test and our class teacher warned us that he would take us to Princy if we were late from now on. And the very next day we were late for 30 minute. I was scared but Aarti came up with an idea. We went back home but bandage on my hand went back to school and made a lame excuse that I was hit by bike on the way to school so we have to go back to home to bandage hand so, it became late. I showed my hand. He believed it so easily and let us enter the class. I put bandage on my hand and each day for a week and he used to concern asking me each day how was I feeling. And we used to laugh all the way back to home having no regrets.
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Days pass on, we entered college. Even in college we had a blast. One day, Manila came to our class who turned my life upside down. She stole my friend from me. She used to backbite about me to Aarti and me about Aarti. First, it was a normal discussion but slowly it converted into a heated argument and fights. We do not used to talk for days. And I used to call her myself and ask for forgiveness even if I was not to blame. I did every possible thing to keep our relation strong but I forget that Friendship is the string that doesn’t allow rash cutting but if cut once can have problems even if reconnected. After 12, once there was a huge misunderstanding between us, and this time I was totally broken. How much I was to tolerate and didn’t called her as this time it was for my self respect. I waited for her call but it never came. One day, I saw her on street. Seeing me she turned her head to opposite side and ignored me. I was so angry but didn’t say anything and even didn’t call her. We didn’t contact each other for almost 2 years.
In these years I continued with my job and study as we both studied different colleges from now on. After 2 years, I heard about her getting married. First I didn’t believed but got shocked when I saw the pics in Face book. I was heart broken, after a minute I was crying. She even didn’t inform me, she never called me, she
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knew my house, but never came to inform me. I cried because we always used to dream about our marriages and would promise each other to be right by each other sides no matter whatever were the circumstances. As, I was checking on the photos, I saw Manila and this time it was unbearable. I am not jealous of Manila but of course angry with her. More than that, I am upset with Aarti for choosing someone else besides best friend or should I even call myself to be her best friend. I don’t know why I cried but I cried and even after all these months I am crying even writing this article. Few days ago, I saw her on my dreams and all day I was crying. I don’t know what was that feeling, that closeness that I shared with her that is not letting me to stop thinking about her. I am crying. And why won’t I cry after all she is the only friend, best friend I had. As, I wipe out my tears I promise from now never to remember her. Never to think of her and I would never forgive her. I am never like this but this time I would never cry for her now. Never!
