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My BFFs


  We could be celebrating (hypothetically) seven years of friendship now! These two girls mean a lot to me. The beauty is that no matter what they do, right or wrong, I dont go all judgmental (even in my mind). And I feel the same thing when I tell them my sweet secrets and dark secrets. So I dont think twice before sharing my life with them. The best part was the fact that we stayed so close by that we could meet up almost daily. Way back in college, when we used to go to the same tuition, meeting everyday was mandatory anyway. So, we had to meet at one place at around 6 45 in the mornings to go the tuition, to which we would walk. And, the walk! It would hardly take five minutes but it felt like a long fulfilling walk where in those few minutes while we walked to the tuition. All the things that happened  the  previous day would be updated in that little promenade. Laugh like lunatics, comment on each and every person or even animal that pass by us. We even did Maths assignments together. And the colony where we used to take our evening walks, that historic bench we sat on (We  sat on the same bench all these years!) , vaguely watch the guys play football in the ground that was in front of us, and talk everything and nothing. The future, the past, the present. Even the silence when we sit there on that bench is relaxing. Just watching the colors of the sky and watch it get dark and watch the mosquitoes begin to bite us. Thats when we decide to head back home, and it would take an eternity to reach the gate where we are supposed to depart. 
                      Now, seven years later, we have reached a stage where it is almost impossible to make our bench meeting happen. We are busy with our lives, and we are busy nourishing other important relationships with time. We can no longer go on evening walks just to grab a paneer puff or wander away aimlessly. Whenever we find time we end up having sleepovers because we will have a zillion things to update.I 'm just so happy that they are a part of my life. Our adda will remain historic.Cheers!

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