They say that your enemy's enemy is your friend, but in my case my enemy's enemy turned out to be my BFF :D !
Friends since our both besties ditched us in our 5th grade ,the lonely and hurt love company right?
Together we nursed high school homework nightmares (Love you Namitha!) and heartbreaks and when life kept us apart, we promised to keep in touch. Further as life progressed, our lives filled up with favorite classes and bullying examinations, with so-so boyfriends and new friends, and we would go weeks without talking.But when we talk after months, our sweet memories flood up like warm spring flowers ...
Present….
It was a sunny day out , I had a lot of work on my hands, We were getting our house renovated.
Stacks of books and loads of stuff lay on the sofa.
I was all set to dust and pack the important stuff , to avoid getting them soaked in paint.
Wearing a cotton kurta and jeans , I started of with the cleaning.
It would take 3-4 hours to clear up the mess and pack everything in newspapers.
I was halfway through cleaning a few old books when I found myself smiling.
I had got my hands on my slam book I bought in 9th grade.Along with it was a diary I used to write when I was in school.A hobby I had left behind far away.
Pink in color , a little tattered at the ends, I clutched as if it were a very precious thing of mine, well it was!
After dusting it I started turning the pages. I observed my handwriting was straight and tiny ..
The content written was far more amusing..and then I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh
As I turned pages memories of the past began to flicker in my mind in the form of images..
Aaaah what fun we had, being grounded , caught for our mischief, some I remembered I never wrote in this diary for the fear of being read by one of my siblings…
Few mischievous things which would be embarrassing once found out by someone other than my bestie…
