I don’t exactly remember since when my parents trusted me to walk home alone from school when I was a kid but I clearly remember holding hands of my bestie all the way back like every single day of those ten awesome school years since I had license to walk alone. She was there beside me every single day (except days when she was on sick leave, man! those were the days I was like, aja ko sanga ghar farkaney ), we used to return home from Patan Hospital tira ko side, ani since I was scared to cross the road, she lead the way ( with her by my side, I felt like no darn vehicle would come near me :P). It was till Junior level we walked that route, from grade seven(I clearly remember my teacher asking me to use “grade” instead of “class” whenever I was to say which year I was studying, I have no idea what is wrong in saying class) we opted the Lagankhel ko buspark ko way , there as well I had to cross the road, jun bato hidey ni I always had her around.Height, weight ma even if I succeed her, she sure is the strong one (can u believe even though she is little in size, man she is a fighter, she can hold both my hands with her right hand and wrestle me, making me beg to leave me free).

She was my best friend from the very first day of Grade one, oh wait!!! We will have to go few weeks back before that. I remember her from the very day we had entrance exam, she looked like an angel in that pretty white frock, short mushroom silky black hair (may be she had hairclips or band, I am not sure). It was like love at first sight, she is the first friend I tagged as my best friend even before I knew about being in that relation. The child in me knew she was the one, I remember every slam book I filled, have her name right after the words best friend, every essay I had to write about friend was about only her. I dint know then but now that I come to think, I was so possessive about her then (I am now as well :P) that if someone would try and come between us, I would just be so jealous. I was that stubborn kid who didn’t want to share the friendship. I just wouldn’t.

Let me share you a memory which she reminded me recently. The above words might have impression that I love her so much but the one incident I am gonna share might not totally agree the above story. I was appointed as class beadle(monitor) in grade 4, we were in the same class (every new academic session, during our assembly, I had my fingers crossed that we would be in the same class). I was like really loyal to my responsibility , that being to control the classroom, we had this ritual of noting down the noisy ones in a list and handing over to teachers. My bestieheart was like so sure I would not write her name that she was being so cool and busy chatting around.She had faith in me, but the monitor in me had her name in the list as well. She along with my other friends had to go to principal’s office the next day. Not only her but my other friends as well complain me being rude, but I clearly don’t remember myself being so.

I am really blessed to have her in my life and I am so thankful that she accepted all my craziness and loved me through all the seasons (everyone knows how difficult I am :P). Well, I am writing all these lovely words for her and do you know what? She has not read even a single blog of mine, not even the really short ones. I nag about that all the time but she still has not. BUT I am so sure she is gonna read this as soon as she finds out about this one.So, you can say this is my wicked strategy of making her read my blog (Am I genius or am I genius :P). Ah!!! i am thinking about the final fullstop to this but I still have not mentioned my precious bestfriend’s name. AKRITI SHILPAKAR a.k.a PINKY; nam to suna hee hoga, if not, now you have 😛 .

P.S. I love you infinity times infinity !!!