Best friend!

I was very scared on my first day of school. Being introvert myself I didn’t expect to be friends with many. My top priority was to stay away from Popular kids. Not my fault. They are supposed to be cruel, mean, bullies, famous, rude, powerful. They are everything new kid wish to stay away from.

I did the same. I too, stay away from her. But unfortunately I became friends with the ones she was already friend with. Which always made her “my friend’s friend”. ๐Ÿ’

Not only I tried to stay away from her but I also didn’t like her in the beginning. Reason? She was too extrovert! She was everyone’s favourite, topper, teachers favourite, from the family of school trustee, talks so much. With all these in her plate she was supposed to be the mean girl. But no! She was the sweetest girl in the whole school, in the whole town, in the whole planet. And, she’s good in sports too!๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ

Initial two years in 7th and 8 the grade only she used to initiate our conversation which In used to reply politely with a smile or an interested answer. But she being keep talking to me. But for me she was just a batch mate.๐Ÿ˜

Then in 9th grade I became friends with “Shreya”. “The Shreya”. With whom I have enjoyed my school life very differently. She became the catalyst of my enjoyment, my teenage life.๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿบ I lived fully with Shreya from boys to parties we did it all๐Ÿ‘ฏ

Shreya was closest friend of her. She was a important link between us. That was the time she became my titled “My friend’s friend” and we three became a trio “the three musketeers”๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š

That was great time but not as great as yet to come.

I used to make lot of fuss when everytime my assigned bus tire got punctured. But deep down I used to be happy. After all I get to spend more time with her. That 20 mins bus ride made us friend. We talked about silly things, discuss silly things, laugh on silly things and just being silly. ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Then in 10th grade, there was a “new me”. I was different. I fell in love with school๐Ÿซ. The first memory to hit me when I am going to again walk through that corridors after 7 years of our 10th grade is our water fights and our uncontrollable laughs after that. At the end of 10th grade she became my official friend. My “The friend”.๐Ÿ˜Š

Then in 11th grade when she missed school for 18 days I was devastated. Now when I think about that day I can’t believe how strong my emotion was for a 11th grader. I cried for her. I have no contact with her. I explained to my mom if she’s taking transfer to another school than I am changing my school too. For 18 days that school I was in love with became haunted for me. ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ˜ญ

Then after 18 days she came back and I was so happy but angry as well that she didn’t tried to contact me for 18 days for that I didn’t talked with her for a month. But soon we got back on the track.

All thanks to her! After that we were inseparable ๐Ÿ‘ฏ. But then enters “Prashashti Dubey”

And once again my world fell apart. I got so insecure that Prashasti was going to snatch away my best friend from me. After all she had it all. She was pretty with a beautiful bangs, good skin and silkiest hairs. She was calm and poised and she got so quickly close to her. Again silly me started to stay away from her. She asked me so many times why I’m doing this? But I was too ashamed to accept it that it was because of her closeness with Prashasti๐Ÿ™ˆ

But smart she is, got it quickly and told me that “she is my friend but you are “my Mehta”๐Ÿค—

I never told her that she is a teacher that I never had. She is my teacher of life. She brought me close to God. She explained me “If you ever had to choose between your favourite things and God always choose God than it will be God’s responsibility to bring us close to that thing.๐Ÿ‘ผ

I became a good girl. I stop bitching. I started smiling more to people. I stop judging people. Now everyone and everything is equal to me. She improved my English. She suggested me to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S and mostly importantly she teach me how to love people unconditionally.๐Ÿ’–

You know what’s my favourite memory with her? It was the night before our chemistry preboard exam in 12th grade. When I didn’t have solved modal papers with me and she told me that she have them and asked me to come and get it. I replied, it’s 2 a.m., my parents will kill me If I took a step out of the house at this hour. She told me “you are not doing anything wrong. It’s only now or never”. I want to listen to her but didn’t my parents to get angry so I asked my lovely grandma to accompany me and she totally in love with me can never say no to me. We went to her on my scooty๐Ÿ›ต. To get back her own paper she came to house at 4 a.m. on the same night because she didn’t want me to come again. We both didn’t slept that night. Studying in our own homes but talking every half and hour on the phone. That was the most thrilling night I have. โœจ

That time she accidentally taught me “If you are right then you have to step out and get it”

There are millions of memories of her which I can’t sum up in this article but of course many more birthdays and beautiful days and many more memories yet to come.๐Ÿคž

Happy birthday my “Naquiya Ahmed”.๐ŸŽ‚

Oops! Now Mrs/ Dr

Naquiyah Murtuza Raja.

Let me tell you a secret. My insecurities didn’t end. I was so insecure at the time of her nikah that now all these won’t be same. Now her top priority will be Murtuza Bhai but when she told me that Murtuza Bhai felt insecure with me I was so happy.๐Ÿ˜€

Lovely readers tomorrow on 27th September on the day of my best friend birthday sent her your lovely wishes and prayers to her๐Ÿ™