Recalculated Katti- Batti
There are 100s of faces of love
and I am sure all the filmy nuts would think of this- The puppy love, love
at first sight, one sided love, Laila-majnu, Romeo-Juliet. Hell no! I
haven't known such an unconditional love, but in a way I have! Many of us
have! Kids call it "batti", teenagers term it "BFF"
and the adults "Yaaron ki Yaariya". Friends- they are our Selfless love.
Ever been through a break up without being kicked by your friends for being a sad saddle? Ever sat on the first bench without being called a geek? Naah, it just doesn't seem complete.
and the adults "Yaaron ki Yaariya". Friends- they are our Selfless love.
Ever been through a break up without being kicked by your friends for being a sad saddle? Ever sat on the first bench without being called a geek? Naah, it just doesn't seem complete.
For once, I love
being tortured....and when the game is mine, I love it even
more. This is well, the words, where is the story? I have one. A
different, but not weird, for this is the one which changed my definition
of Weird.
There is this Sindhi girl from Ulhasnagar I know for quite a time now. If you ever have been with a Sindhi, you can know a few things only peculiar to them. Like the balloons their face become when you tickle them, the aluminum foils their every food is packed in, the very mood swings they are known for, and their voice tone which no South Indian can easily imitate.
So this friend of mine, she was a classmate I used to talk to, along with the hundreds of people I knew. Our everyday meetings started with her greetings, her compliments and offering me chocolates with grew to be a daily dose. It wasn't that I hadn't been nice to her, but why she was the nicest to me, I never understood. I am a simple girl not meant to be loved.
I recall a few times getting furious at her and it was plain that she used to be really hurt. Before I could make it up to her, she used to apologize for my mistakes, even compensate in her own ways. There hadn't been any incident of infatuation between girls, but I never wanted to be the one to mislead.
What I couldn't understand was that the gap I created between us would tear her world apart. Hurting and getting hurt seems to be a passion growing within me these days.
Now when my tiny brain accepts that I had done wrong to her, I am sending new apologies every day. 16 days and I sent her different gifts every day, 16 gifts she has accepted beautifully. Lucky I am to
find an angel when I was blind folded with soupiness.
No matter what people say, I reserve my right to say, Love is every damn good thing that happens to you. And specially the friendships that sail through oceans to be with you.
There is this Sindhi girl from Ulhasnagar I know for quite a time now. If you ever have been with a Sindhi, you can know a few things only peculiar to them. Like the balloons their face become when you tickle them, the aluminum foils their every food is packed in, the very mood swings they are known for, and their voice tone which no South Indian can easily imitate.
So this friend of mine, she was a classmate I used to talk to, along with the hundreds of people I knew. Our everyday meetings started with her greetings, her compliments and offering me chocolates with grew to be a daily dose. It wasn't that I hadn't been nice to her, but why she was the nicest to me, I never understood. I am a simple girl not meant to be loved.
I recall a few times getting furious at her and it was plain that she used to be really hurt. Before I could make it up to her, she used to apologize for my mistakes, even compensate in her own ways. There hadn't been any incident of infatuation between girls, but I never wanted to be the one to mislead.
What I couldn't understand was that the gap I created between us would tear her world apart. Hurting and getting hurt seems to be a passion growing within me these days.
Now when my tiny brain accepts that I had done wrong to her, I am sending new apologies every day. 16 days and I sent her different gifts every day, 16 gifts she has accepted beautifully. Lucky I am to
find an angel when I was blind folded with soupiness.
No matter what people say, I reserve my right to say, Love is every damn good thing that happens to you. And specially the friendships that sail through oceans to be with you.
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