You and I

Every now and then, that one person walks into your life and when you look at that person, you never realize what a huge role they may be playing in making you the person you are.

But I knew! I knew the first time we spoke to each other.

Okay! I'm just being dramatic for effect! I didn't know anything. I can't even remember where we met for the first time or how we got talking. But friendships are like that; they work just like attraction. Sometimes you just know and sometimes you don't. Sometimes you can claim a 'forever' and sometimes you just go with the flow.

We went with the flow, You and I. You were the shreiky woman who always wanted to study, I was the loud girl who kept thinking of new ways to avoid education. You were the prim, proper, 'Ive never been kicked out of class' kind, I was the boisterous 'never been in class' kind and its precisely because of these differences that we became the awesome friends that we are today.




 
We've known each other 11 years now. That's over an effing decade. We've known each other through smiles, giggles, pranks, boys, jerks, heartbreaks, late night gossips, insane photo clicking sessions, experimental cooking, baking, studies, trips, adventures, fears, broken relations, shopping, merciless teasing, sleepovers, bitching, dramas, lost phones and so much more...

11 years later, I'm glad we're friends... Best Friends. I'm glad I can count you as one among 'my people'. You're that calming element in my life - the one who doesn't judge, the one who always stands by me, the one who has that amazing ability to understand why I make the decisions I've made. When I'm off making plans to conquer the world, there you are - that person sitting silently in the background - to hear my stories and to support me when I realise that maybe I should've planned it better.

You're the realist in our friendship, the one with the silent dreams and hopes, the one who has immeasurable strength hidden deep inside, the one who is so amazingly innocent at 27!!! (God knows, I can trip on that forever).

I would say stay the same but the whole saintliness gives me a complex so yeah... you know go be your amazing self or whatever :D

Samantha Dsouza, I love you!

Baby Boom

I was reading this really cool blog by a mom named Shellie... and reading it actually made me want to become a parent as soon as possible.. Her kids Ian and Evan sound wonderful! Kindve reminds me of this little girl i know Jaedyn-Keisha. She's '4 whole years old' as she proudly likes to say with her big brown eyes looking at you like aren't you impressed or what???

Her moto in life is simple: Scream, smile, cry, jump, play, talk a lot and then repeat the pattern.

She sometimes says the most hilarious things. She has a tiny 1 month old brother now. So she enjoys playing with him and singing for him and burying her face in his chest. Strangely, that tiny fellow loves her voice even if she is screaming at the top of her lungs.

A while back, I was cross-questioning her about what she'd learned for the day. So this is how it goes:
Me: What colour is the grass?
Jade: Green
Me: How old are you?
Jade: 4 years old (wide brown eyes and the arent you impressed expression that undoubtedly goes with it)
Me: Who gives us milk?
Jade: (scrunched up face with a lot of concentration) MAMA GIVES US MILK!!

I couldn't stop grinning. Shes so adorably adorable. She also has this impressive habit of expressing her love by flinging herself from any height or object or just running at you with missile speed and clinging on to you for dear dear life as with total disregard to the spinal cord - hers and mine.. Those warm brown eyes prevent me from expressing my fear and so I silently just hold it all inside.

I was completely unprepared for one particular show of such love..She decided to launch herself at me from a stool..A high preacriously three-legged stool. As she jumped, she kind of bounced right of me and hit her head to the back of the stool.. This obviusly called for the pattern of scream, cry, talk a lot, smile and get back to playing. I had the fortune of staying over at her place for a bit longer that day. So in other words, in exactly 5 mins I had her launching herself at me in the same fashion and manner and woe to me if I didn't catch her this time.

I have to give it to that child!! I'm alert enough around her to shame even the best of spies and if her mother and I were sent to the border, I assure you we would never ever have to worry about unexpected attacks!!!