The gift that it was:

What I am to you decides

Who you'll be to me.

You said you are worthy of love n care,

and that's what you became to me,

A friend for life is what you are now

And not just another memory.

This all will end, these wonderful moments will. They will all drift away from me, fade away from my memories, and from my life. I’ll have newer set of friends, and I am sure I’ll never remember them ever again, I’ll be ‘that’ busy with my new life. After all, I make friends pretty quickly, I am that chubby and chirpy girl who is way more comfortable with strangers rather than the ones she already knows.

And then my last day there came. Though a bit too soon, I was happy. Happy because after 3 long years of wait, I was going to the place that always intimidated and seduced me. I was going to do what I (Read my father too) always wanted me to do. And it was gonna be a place which was very much in demand! A place where I had been selected out of 3 lakh Indians (there, finally I got to boast publically).

I wasn’t about to cry, no not that day.

But only that one girl, my best friend, was the one, I thought about. Will I ever see her again in life? Will she ever remember me, and the times we bitched about people together, the times she taught me to dance (you can just guess what kind of dance), and the times she taught me to put an eye liner on, also the day she taught me not to dread a treadmill, and what about the times we went to movie together, just us, because no one else was there to ask to. And not to forget the name I gave to her : Safed Chudki ( Fair Witch)

Then I’ll surely miss him, this sweet and caring, (and conscious, because I call him not sir, also not by his name, but bhaiya) brotherly dude! He will always be missed for whatever insights he gave me, because  whatever he told has come out to be true (maybe because he has a black tongue or something). He was the coolest and the smartest person I had ever met (He also maybe that one eyed man who is the king amongst the blinds.).

But I’ll miss no one else! Nobody else mattered that much! Everyone else was just someone else.

But then came the farewell hour. And I got that cute little gift that I am shameless to say, I still sleep with. No, not memories, they are there always. Whenever I look for a rescue when things are attacking me from all sides, they are there, yes. And so will be all those beautiful things they had to say to me, written down nicely in an Infosys notepad, tucked safely in my almirah to refer to whenever I may need.

But I was talking about that cute little almost replica of mine. The one with a brown muffler and a tilted brown hat. The one with a pot belly and a cute little defective, unaligned nose.

And then I realized that I can never forget them. They will always remain special for me. Theirs will be the memories that I’ll lean on in the times of heartbreaks. Theirs will be the words that I’ll recall in case of friendships gone sour. Their faith in me and happiness for me is what I’ll sleep with when I’ll fail. They will be remembered forever. Because they all are those cute aliens, who came and won me over.