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The only perfect thing...



We all have friends. Some have some. I have many. And by many friends, I literally mean many many friends. I can even make a list of top ten best friends in my life. But when it comes to naming the one, I never talk straight.

I have tried more than a few times to write about this friend of mine but never came through writing anything more than 'I love you and you're the best person I've met in my life' . Why is it that only when a person is not around us, we fathom what impact they had on our lives. I guess somewhere we know. We just never express it because they're our best friends. They already know.

She was in the same class . We spent a whole year as acquaintances. She knew my name is Vedang and I knew hers. I knew she went to the US and she knew I went to Japan. That's all. Who would have thought we could have such a beautiful friendship and kizuna between us?

So back when we started hanging out, we hardly knew each other. And now there is almost nothing that we don't know about each other. The 'angry' face , the 'I love AFS' face, the 'I want to travel the whole world' face and the 'I have to diet' face. I have seen it all. We share same passions, same inhibitions and same ideas. The only thing different is that I dream, but she does. I speak of how wondrous life is while she tries to make it wonderful. While I'm dreaming of the skies, she puts her feet firm on the ground to be able to hold the dreams and while I'm crying at the airport because we have to part, she talks about how amazing would it be to hug when we meet after I don't know how many days!
I make mess, She cleans it. I shout, she shuts me up. I make mistakes, she covers. I can't find enough ways to elucidate.


Yeah yeah. I'm an eccentric. I'm going haywire. But if I know my target audience, which I do ; I'm pretty sure she is smiling right now.


Happy Birthday! 

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