Friends in Love

terribly tiny tales

A wedding is a delightful bouquet of laughs, happy tears, celebrations laced with warm strands of excitement. These feelings multiply a thousand times when the people getting married are your BEST FRIENDS! Just last week, I made a whirlwind three-day trip to see two of my bestest friends tie the knot. Those three days are a blur and the focus remains on the most intense feelings I have ever experienced.

We were a tight bunch during graduate school – the bride being my roommate ❤ and the groom being my “Obi-Wan” – HIS WORDS!  We have seen each other go through our best and worst – living, sleeping, eating, studying, partying, exercising, roaming together. Our biggest achievements and toughest struggles were witnessed and influenced by each other. A bond for life – irrespective of time, space and distance *touch wood*

wedding invite
The dog is Alex 🙂 A complete sweetheart

So about these two. They were NOT dating in school. Sure feelings were rippling beneath the calm, but they took their own sweet time and a big shove from me to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room. The rest as they say is history. They are now joined in holy matrimony for atleast seven lifetimes together… And even me!!! I have been adopted and guaranteed a room with Nutella WHEREVER they stay; so yay for seven lifetimes of Nutella! 🙂

I didn’t realize that this will be a tumultuous joy-ride even for me. How perspectives change! We aren’t just a gang now, it is a family. I cannot brag roomie rights anymore. No more “single girl” night-out plans. No more ideas of getting a place together with separate rooms and dating lives where home would be just us. We will not be poking fun at his non-existent flirting skills now. Soon responsibility will start creeping in with the terms mortgage and joint accounts. A nest is being built but suddenly I am not sure where exactly I fall.

I was a “bridesmaid” but as he liked to put it, he had placed a spy on the inside. The levels of interaction and closeness changed. In some ways they strengthened and in some ways they felt plain odd. For example, when the groom’s family came, I was an integral part of the welcoming party – which meant offering him sweets and coffee on a TRAY with a demure smile instead of shoving it in his face. Now this was different. This was weird. I call it a mark of true love that I feel for them! 😀

Happy Tears!

Everything is changing and the way I see it – it is the sweetest change. I still get those girlish bursts of excitement just thinking about them! They are together and will always have each other to hold on to.

I reach out and to my joy, there is a hand holding me too 🙂

Linda and The Bee are collaborating for February’s SoCS. The prompt is “acquaint and/or friend” which goes with theme Love in Friendship that Bee is hosting this week.

Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
Badge: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions



We Women, I swear!

We love. We hate. We talk. We ignore. We hug. We sulk. We support. We bitch.

We are the best of friends. We are the worst of enemies.

We are the biggest fans. We are the sharpest critics.

We give it our all. We take everything back.

We are women.

With the brain and heart not really working in tandem, I have been a giant dessert salad bowl of feelings, emotions, practicality and logic. It’s a crust of impudence, a fudge of flirtatiousness, a ganache of sensitivity, a sprinkling of caution all blended together in a fascinating sauce of womanly seasonings.

I was never a girly girl. It was never about pink frocks and beaded jewelry. Yes, I came up with disasters when I played with mom’s make up and made dad an essential part of Barbie tea parties… but at the end of the day, being a girl was never really my distinctive quality. And then came the thriving, terrifying teens and life was topsy-turvy! A nerdy introverted kid, I had a small group of close friends. I was a part of those girl gangs but never really in with my heart and soul. I was a spectator, a witness, an objective third party. And what I saw…

Why is it that it is our girlie gang behind many of those lurking misgivings, tiny hurtful sentiments and moments of self-doubt? Why are there unspoken words behind tags of partners-in-crime, female solidarity and sisterhood? We compete for the chic dress and funky hairdo. We compare our bodies and draw satisfaction when the scales tilt towards the other’s heavier side. We gossip like crazy about the sexual escapades of our fellow women and go mad over stalking the exes of our boyfriends to be assured “Oh! You are better! She is no competition at all”. We have a bunch of fake friends and a photo album full of groupies you couldn’t care less of! We dislike this one girl on sight and label her with every bad name we can think of (Okay fine! At times, she really is a cow… female intuition works here!) We subtly criticize when one of our own has an outstanding achievement. We have double standards – we demand liberalisation and unlocking the shackles but do not shy away from slut-shaming a promiscuous woman.

Nothing and no one is spared… boyfriends, wardrobes, jobs, paychecks, relationships with our moms, our cooking repertoire! I have been guilty of quite a few and have no doubt that I ain’t changing overnight. Why do we do this to ourselves? These crossed wires mazing around! Yes, I am doing some major generalizing. It doesn’t happen every time with everyone… but at one point, at one moment, it has happened.

Yet, it is impossible to live without our daily dose of female camaraderie. I love my girlfriends! I love exchanging clothes, gossiping over drinks, bonding over our mutual hatred of the period gods (I may dislike her, but it will never stop me from lending a tampon to my girl in need), comparing first times, swapping love tips, sorting family issues and be insanely crazy. At times, a comforting shoulder and a nice cuddle with our mates is our sustenance. We will be lost without each other and these quirks which are so uniquely female!

SATC quote nails it – “Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with”


Prompt #76 “Self-Portrait”

“Me: If you woke up one day and saw that you are now me, what would you do?

N: I’d go back to sleep! :|”

N: But today, I choose to stay up and take a good hard look at you in the mirror.


We first met in that noisy classroom where you determinedly looked into your file avoiding eye contact. And now, you stare me down like a tigress. Or like this:

When you want to be fed
When you want to be fed

You used to shy away from even the slightest of physical contact. Now, you pummel me and use me as a punching bag as your heart pleases. (FYI, you aren’t as strong as you wrongly believe yourself to be. You munchkin!)

You were proper in your language and jerked from even the mention of bowel moments. Now, you drop words like a drunk sailor (courtesy: urban dictionary) and discuss corn in poop.

You were uptight, annoying and stubborn. Now, a bribe of nutella and cheese is vital to make you move. Marmoset, you have done quite a bit of cooling down and opening up.

You were a picky, fussy eater – surviving on your chocolate milk fixes and breakfasts. Now, you wolf down anything and everything like a baby dinosaur (provided it is vegetarian, devoid of mushroom, baby corn and raw onions *rolling eyes*)

You were the quiet one, the introvert, and the bookish. Now, you spam my message box like a pesky virus with mad memes and have finally embraced humanity as desirable company.

You never believed in romance and hearts; love wasn’t something you delved into. But now, I see you pink in happiness and it is all I can do to stop myself from mussing your hair.

You were the one for order and structure with THE PLAN. But thankfully, you are learning to throw caution to the winds and yearn for a little bit of colour and kitsch.

Camera shy you always were and you will never stop waging the war against the sun. But your wanderlust and nomadic thirst is nowhere close to be quenched (yay! You got company)

Closed up and secretive you are about your feelings. Then and now. Please realize that it is not weakness to share. It is not vulnerability – it is trust.

Your intelligence is indisputable. But your innocence and naivety was a worry – shrouded with your stuck up bossiness. Now, you have freed yourself from the self-imposed chains.

A kid-alien you were called with your quirks and randomness. But now, err. No! You still a weirdo who makes perfect sense every time, only inside your head!

Perpetually wired for self-destruction you are (God! How hard is it to learn how to walk!), it is pure entertainment to see you avoid the “pitfalls” life throws on you.

My Hand, my protégé, my monkey, my puppy (here girl! Cookie…), my imp, my pooping heir, my foodie, my best ‘man’, my green-eyed pale ghost, my partner in world dominion, my auto-correct goof mate. Cheers to our friendship!

And if I stay as you, ha ha ha! The murderous crimes I’m going to commit in your name are going to be priceless! *alien victory dance*

N is one of my bestest friends. Inspired by late-night talks, yearbook and showdowns I have had over the years. Written for an amazing prompt over at mindlovemisery’s menagerie.

Not Quite a Farewell

Oh! We will be the Two Monkeys Always :)
Oh! We will be the Two Monkeys Always 🙂

“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.” ― Ally Condie

The date September 5, 2014 looms in my head. My greatest friend and assumed sister will be taking off to Lala land for her education in medicine, and I am clueless about my feelings. The distance between us will no more be just a hop, skip and jump away. This time we will navigate thousands of miles, different time zones and erratic chore schedules to work out this long-distance friendship.

My heart misses a beat randomly when I think of your departure and my eyes blink over-time (Give me a diagnosis, Miss Mad Doctor). I remember the two of us sitting in Class 6A (middle row, last bench) where I was talking in English and you were gently correcting me. I had no idea that those tentative conversations would lead to more than a decade of absolutely nonsensical yet totally logical madness. Girl, you introduced me to the joy of long phone calls, of exchanging clothes and hair style tips (err… I still don’t get braiding :P) and sleep-overs! You have more or less taught me how to be a good friend and to be there for someone, however idiotic they (read: you) maybe! I learnt to burst with pride for someone when you broke all academic records, and recognized my vengeful streak when some guy made you cry. You filled the void my sister left when she moved to hostel and never did I feel alone. I had you and that was enough.

It’s been thirteen years since we became BFFs (yea yea! I used this. So sue me), and you been wayyyy more than that. Every major decision, every major step I took was intricately linked to you and quite frankly, you have a substantial role in my achievements and what I am today. I moved out three years back, and with that I carried a guilt that I couldn’t always be there to give you a hug. I never could really appreciate what you must have felt when my train departed. We both cried buckets, but never realized that we both were crying over entirely different things. I think I understand your feelings more and more as Friday looms closer. Everything is changing and some things may not be the same. We are going through life and lifestyle changes. But it doesn’t change the fact that those amazing moments DID happen. We had a blast these 13 years, and will just create a different explosion in the future! 😀

Yes, I will be depressed for a while, more so when I come home the next time and you will not be there. Your India number may not even be active then (gasp!) But you know what babe, I want to feel and realize every emotion as you have earned every bit of it! These feelings are a result of the hard work and energy you put in to achieve this – a sign of your growth and your glowing future 🙂 It is your time to shine and make the world take note of the fine stuff you made of. You are worth it and so much more! And I promise I will not get jealous of the new friends that you will be making there or the fact that your first flat-mate is not me (Ah, our grand plans!) We will still be messaging with cheesy emoticons and laughing on Skype about the cute guy you should not be having a crush on!

So go ahead and start this exciting new phase of your life. I have always got your back and am ready to catch you whenever you stumble – be it from giddy happiness or momentary setbacks. I can wax lyrical about you and what I will do for you forever but all I want is for you to remember – you will be the god-mommy of my future kids (so behave and oh! free treatment please!) and my life really needs you to be with me! 🙂

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