A soul sister

Dear didi,

First of all, don’t be worried. I haven’t lost my mind. Secondly, this salutation is a well- thought attempt convincing you to get me what I want. And once I have it, I’ll go back to calling you all the insulting names once again. But wait you already know this, don’t you?

The very first time when we met, I felt like I finally have someone I can share every tiny, unimportant rant with. You don’t just listen to me – you actually contribute! We hate the same kind of fake, pretentious people (and those creep, we often meet in restaurants). We’re the kind of people that go to the same restaurant every time and after hours of looking at the menu, end up ordering the same thing.

And when it comes to the fictional character you love harry potter (I don’t know spelling is right or wrong because you love him more than me). I was shocked when I found you watching football (have you understood the offside rule?), Although you like Christiano Ronaldo, and I, messi.  And now, since both are out of the tournament, lets support Uruguay.

Over the years, you became my second mother, my best friend, my confidante, and my biggest cheerleader. You are the one who knows, what kind of feelings I hide behind the lyrics – “Aaya woh phir Nazar aise, Baat chhidne lagi phir se, Aankhon mein chubhta kal ka dhuan”. I still remember how happy you were when I said “I like someone here in Chennai”.

Though we are separated by a fair distance but whenever something interesting happens, you’re the first person I want to tell it to. You are the best I ever had and the one I know will stay when everyone else is gone. I’ve borrowed life advice from you more times than I count. You put up with my tears, my pathetic humour, my mistakes, my embarrassments and you don’t just tolerate me for my faults, you love me for them. After all who else can survive living with this goofball.

It’s not like nothing has come between us – it’s just that nothing has been able to stay. We may not agree on every small thing, but our intuition works in the same way. I hate how I have to hang up on your birthday just after the birthday wish because honestly, I want to talk whole night. I hate how I still get a teensy bit jealous when your other friends (maniyaa and khusia) become a rather frequent features on our social media conversation. I hate a lot of things but I love how we pick up right where we left off, every single time.

People have joked about us being in love just because we are not from same mother. I also heard from someone that “our relationship is just for fulfilment of our needs” and trust me I cried a lot that day. Now I do not give a fuck to these people and while I do not, in fact, feel romantically inclined towards you, I definitely love you. And I thank the stars each day for a soul sister that helps me to stay on the ground.

Yours,

NIKKUA

P.S – kal party chahiye.