Saturday 14 March 2015

Together we can!

Being an introvert,I don’t open up to people easily. I have a very small circle of friends who have been with me since almost 10 years. As we grew up,we all ended up going to different colleges in different cities. The only time we could meet was during the Diwali vacations. The probability of meeting during Diwali too is very low considering the varied exam schedule.
The four of us hadn’t met since almost a year and a half. That year,in particular,had been difficult for us.  It was the first time we had been away from each other for so long. Over the years,our  relationship turned from that of friends to that of sisters. Though always connected through social media,the essence of talking face to face can never be replaced.
Since we four had always been in the same school ,we were not too close with anyone else. In the first year of my college,I would often sit alone during the lunch break. Teenage years is a time when you want to be accepted by your peers and if you sit alone or don’t socialise much,it only leads you away from the rest of your peers.
The horrible results just added to the woes. That day after going home,I kept to myself and avoided talking to my family members and even chatting with my friends. Although I was hungry,I did not want to eat anything. I just wanted one of my friends to be here,with me that day. And the fact that none of them were there the day I needed them the most hurt.
Everyone tried their best to cheer me up and failed miserably. I was being a drama queen that day.  I locked my door from inside and played my favourite music at the loudest volume possible. What happened next is something that I might never forget. My best friend,Kriti,was banging on the door and I did not even have to open the door to know it was her. Only she could knock the door so loud that could be heard over the loud music that played.
Oh boy!! I was crying tears of joy! What would I have not done to have her here and here she was. I was so excited that I forgot to open the door. Yeah. I just zone out sometimes. I had no words to tell her how glad,I was to have her back home. She always filled up my wants of an elder sister and that day,she again proved it. 
We ate dinner,sorry,we hogged ourselves with all the yummy food that mom had made. Apparently,she knew all along that Kriti was going to come home. They all wanted to surprise me.  Lucky I am to have such loving people in my life. People who care about me and have always been there for me even in the darkest of hours. 
And with her help,I was back to my former self,jumping around as a jolly ( and a little crazy person :P) Her belief and love strengthened me and made me go on and accept the way things were.


 This post has been inspired by Housing.com that strongly believes that Together we can move mountains.

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