Very Few

She was the first person who I remember growing up with. I remember breaking all her lovely toys, troubling her by hiding her books and pens, listening to her stories (where there was a chalet which had 64 stairs,) every night and sleeping over, walking to school everyday holding her hand. She made sure I crossed the road safely, ate my lunch at school, boarded the right green bus and not the red one which went to Ghatshila.

She was called from her class many a times to the sick room as I would hurt myself invariably and she made sure she scolded me for my carelessness. She would threaten guys who troubled me, protect me from everything bad and made sure I had that smile on my face.

She was the first person to teach me what friendship is. I saw her friendship with Madhu didi and admired them for their understanding. She was the only person to appreciate my drawings. People told me the tree I drew looked awful and didn’t even look like a tree. She told me it’s your tree, paint it red and still it would be beautiful.

She loved watching the clouds and I would think how ridiculous. Now I know how ridiculous of me. She is a dreamer, a very slow eater, would spent hours in the washroom, write poetry , maintain 200 diaries with god knows what, paint and sketch lovely still lifes.

We went to music classes and drawing classes together. Came back home on Sundays after drawing class and watch chanakya and ramayan together. We would giggle at sweet nothings while studying. Although we were sincere kids, mumma would always catch us doing something fun like playing name, place, animal, thing, and atlas games. We had a orld of our own with our barbies and monster trucks, with champaks and tintins. She would read me Nancy Drews and I would be amazed at her reading skills.

I share my room and my closet with her. When we grew up, we shared our clothes and chappals, our lip gloss and clips, our books and chocolates. One thing she hates sharing was her ‘ice-cream.’ She loves and lives on ice creams.

She carries the most beautiful smile, a perfect face and is really weally hot :D. I buy all her clothes as I don’t trust her dressing sense. I made her wear red nailpaints which looked lovely on her. (M so gonna miss you and all these stupidities that we do together. )

We talk forever, chat online from our respective offices, laugh at badly dressed people, think we are the smartest of all, watch movies together and share every bit of our lives with each other.

I have hurt her numerous times both verbally and physically (as a kid.) I regret some things I said but I don’t wanna change anything between us cause it can’t be better. One time I thought I would lose her. December 30, 2004, we called her and she was badly hurt. I was scared, very! But we came along fine, all of us.

I have coined easily 200 nicknames for her as it was my hobby to annoy her and it continues to be one. PKD, Dida, LM, PD :D etc…

You make me smile, my Didi :)