Posted April 15, 2008on:
We chatted about anything and everything in this world. Loved gossiping and poured out our hearts when somebody hurt us. We shared our fears of settling down in this big bad world of professionals, with our values still intact. We discussed cases of different subjects and shared notes. We cleared the graduation with flying colours. It was now time to go back to our native places for the internship. I hated it. I cried through my heart. Never wanted to let go! But we had to go. We promised to keep in touch.
And keep in touch we did! Shared so much, from gorgeous babes to handsome guys, from new exotic dishes to roadside ‘dhabaa‘ food, from new fashion on the roads to the latest movies, and of course, the challenges we faced during internship at remote villages and the types of patients we encountered. And this was either over the phone or letters (we never had emails or chats at that time!).
Time flew; we joined different post graduated courses at different hospitals in different cities. But time could not dampen our friendship. It grew even stronger. Though now we hardly got time to chat everyday, thanks to our grueling schedule. We cleared our postgraduate degrees and our parents had started pestering us for the marriage.
We started exchanging the notes on our prospective beaus. It was fun dissecting the future spouses (!).
Then one day in the post I received an air-ticket to Sidney (Oh, I didn’t tell you there’s where my friend was!) It was mentioned in the letter that a surprise awaited for me there. I was thrilled. It was about four years since I met him. I was on the cloud nine.
And yes, I could see sky full of fluffy clouds from the air-craft window. As the plane landed and I was out of the customs checking I almost ran to him! I was soooooooooooo happy!
But then I saw somebody else at his side. A beautiful young lady!
That was my surprise!
They were getting married and he wanted me to be his best-woman! It never occurred to me that there could be somebody else to whom he could be so close. After all, we were “Best friends”!
But then, I realized one more thing. I was actually happy for him. I loved him so much that I wanted him to be happy, forever. And no, I was not heartbroken or anything. Come on, yaar, he was my best buddy!
And 20 years, two teenage kids and a successful marriage (not necessarily in that order!) later he still is my best friend!
Love you a lot, friend! Thanks for being my best friend!