Wednesday, August 17, 2005
A true story...from across the distance
Recently, thanks to the wonders of internet and instant messaging, I was able to fill part of the void in my heart that I've kept for so long. Although many years have passed whilst both of us repeatedly replayed the scenes of 'what-ifs' and 'what-could-have-beens' in our heads, the treasured memories of yesteryear remains close to our hearts.
My childhood bestest friend Sangeeta.
This is an ode to our friendship, written by her to me (taken from her blog: http://www.geets.diary-x.com/ )
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
renewal9 years ago, there lived a gawky specimen of a child. she wore huge plastic frames, had masses of curly hair, and had a gap between her teeth.
in the evenings, she would go to her best friend place, which was just a few houses away. if she was in, they would go for walks around the neighbourhood. talking about exams, and school, and friends. or they would sit on her swing and rock to and fro, just enjoying the evening breeze.
apart from this one real friend she had, this little girl was a very lonely girl indeed. most times, whenever her grandmother sent her to go running, she would go to the empty house at the end of the road. empty but for a brown dog who sat and stared at the sky all day long.
[whenever she reached the house, she sat outside, because the gates were locked.the dog who smelled of poo, and looked like he needed a good bath and a lot of love, would come running down and sit just behind the gate. and the little girl would tell the dog of all the problems she had to go through. the bullying. the fights. and most of all, how awful it was being alone]
the girl worshipped the ground her best friend walked on. she sometimes envied her friend, for being such a popular girl in school. how she had shed her puppy fat and become this gorgeous teenager.
things werent better after they went to different schools. this little girl was afraid of oh so many things, and decided that giving up her best friend was the only way out. and so she did.
they barely saw each other after that. a cordial hello on the street sometimes. and the now not-so little girl's heart ached and ached. it was her fault things had fallen apart. and she wondered if her friend hated her for it.
the best friend continued living in the same house on the same street. but the other girl moved many thousand of miles away. she discovered a world of contact lenses and hair straighteners. and her teeth sorted themselves out. she made many friends.
but she thought of her first best friend from time to time and wondered what had become of her. and whether she was happy.
three days ago, the girl caught the friend on an instant messaging system. and from a timid hello, it progressed to all those memories from years gone. all the sadness. all the happy times. and how they both wondered what the future held for them.
the friend turns 21 in an hr and a half. and the girl without the gawky exterior, but with the same emotions from nine yrs back would like to hope that she would be around henceforth to wish her many more happy birthdays.
geets at 15:10 PM
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Friends forever...and always keep in touch.
Love LinZ
12:21 AM