Rythm of cherry hairs..."Dad i am done here, i want to come home now, i miss you" i cried, the reaction to this from the other side of the phone was, "ha ha ha, Lol look whos talking" . Well he knew i missed him, but then i was acting jerkish so i changed the topic, "not much, whenever i go to mall and i dont have enough money, i miss u" the laughter stopped, "ha ha ha" i laughed and then ended the call decently.
Well the reason i cried was that i had put a lot of efforts on someone, and loved someone a lot, as a sister, but she blurred me out of the scene, and i was all by myself, sitting in the wooden plank balcony, under the maple tree in dim light, shrugged in the corener gazing at the stars silently, with one or two tears rolling down my cheek. My friend he came and started to entertain me trying to cheer me up, the method he applied was laughter and recording a video of me crying ๐
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Well after a while someone came out side to maybe wipe my tears, she was not much close to me, she was in the group but still both of us strangers for each other, she hated me๐
She couldnt see the tears, she came and sat in front of me.
"Common dont cry, are you crazy" she yelled in her quirky yet cute voice;
"I dont know, maybe! I think i was wrong to advice her like that... Bla bla" i said;
"Bla bla... Listen one thing, if you feel you made a special place in her life, regardless what you do its not always that we can make a special place in everyones life, leave her on her own fate shes happy, u stay happy common now smile rishi" she said;
That one sentence, of her echoed in my mind. Like i had strived whatever years i lived, trying to make a special place in someones life by being supernice to them, but kid it was time to be a bit selfish then, and besides she was right i dont know to understand people.
"Umm... But i cried cause u yelled at me for using two tomatoes, that made me think what am i doing, i spend 10k a month as my pocket money and am getting yelled over for using one single tomato extra" i changed the topic;
"I will yell at you, u should learm to cut and live, saving cutting some extra is life" she chuckled;
"Listen to her, well i got a good video... Ha ha ha" my other friemd was giggling.
She went inside, i felt as if the dim light had became too much bright all of a sudden. I felt closer to her, that evening in that balcony that incident brought me closer to both of my friends, mahesh was already close to me but then the strangerness in me and megha had faded away. She held my hand when i was falling, if the hudson over flows, still she held me up from the pit.
That was the last evening i cried... For my so called "sister".
I thanked megha., well she let me use the cut tomato and cook. Since that day started the season of happiness for me. I became her fan. I learnt to not give a damn, i learned to let leave things on their fate and simply stay out of others matters. Well fate decided to make my Last month in states memorable by arranging the moments accordingly.
Huge respect for that girl, then i was totally drawn towards her, offcourse mahesh was in the scene, me, mahesh and megha, Alias 'chakkllas' the trio, happy people. But three of us were not together always, besides it was still one snd a half year with mahesh back home, so i decided to capture some memorable moments with megha. It was first time i had met such a kind yet brave girl. Chakkllas was of such kind that she would even help and concern about her enemies. A unique and attractive personality with a broken yet, courageous heart. A person with great affection towards her friends and mother and sister. When the strangerness faded away, every single thing she did was good, her quirky yelling, sometimes even her bad words pleased the ears๐ she was never with a sullen face, very hard working girl and dedicated towards her aims, everything for her family. Self obsessd, always taking lot of selfies, and always in search of a perfect picture, regardless all those silly things, it was kind of cute whatever she did.
Regardless of lack of sleep, two things kept me awake and energetic, in the morning shifts, 5 cups of coffee๐
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and company of megha. I strived hard to lift her tubs cause i wanted to compensate for having too much concern for the wrong person, which in actual chakklas deserved, and i was feeling bad myself. But yet one month was a good time, i came to know her better and better when we sat in the balcony and did our endless talks, once on the lake when inspite she hated walkimg she came keepimg word she had given to me. I did started to change, in my life first time i had got a best friend in girls, whom i could rely on, trust on. Or else my 4 best friends milimd, shubham, mahesh, mandar are always there for me, also nimisha, my first true friend in opposite gender, after talking with her i stsrted to respect and trust on girls again, well to know the reason of loosing respect u need to read "the seventh girl", sorry for the publicity of my book, concluding, she had become my awesome buddy, a great company to work with and my source of happiness. One evening she wanted to watch the light show, i was helping the one who hurt me, she came by and started hopping and calling me to go to watch the show, i quickly finished helping her, and went with megha to watch the show. She was literally running with short yet fast steps, cherry hairs floating and glazing in the dim light, somehow we managed to get the last few ,minutes of the show, she was looking at the show with awe, i was looking how happy she managed to be. I always supported her in whatever she did and will always keep doing that, i am being selfish here, cause i just want her to be happy. She always made me feel special by appreciating my writing work, she was equally excited when i got the printed book in my hand. We both were once sitting in the dry storage and we saw unexpected scenario, the toughest person with wet eyes, she couldn't see tears, she asked me to say something, i wasnt able to think anything that time, cause i was simply happy, yet i had found a persom who trusted my philosophy would work, so i thought over amd got some soothing words for that person, and luckily they worked and she smiled. I was happy when she smiled.
Going to shopping with megha was fun too, walking every store, especially "hnm" her den forever, picking up many clothes trying the,, taking selfies and then selecting one, when she asked me about my opinion on clothes, i felt like a judge or a critic of some reality show๐ but i gave my opinion with all the truth.
Her playlist was awesome, she used to listen to the sams playlist daily on maheshs jbl speaker, and real loud singin in her quirky voice. All the three of us had a great time, while someone was a little envious for our laughter.
I have no regrets on any moment with chakkllas in it, infact i feel proud on them. It was really sad when we were in that apartment on our last night, we had dinner in the restaurant we worked. It was really wiered moment for me, i never worked for myself there, i found happiness making others work little lighter, it was here where my fate in us changed, i met myself, i met megha, every day revelaed a great shade of her, for instance after she faded the dim light once i had cut my finger and she got band aid from, somewhere and i dint knew to apply it well, she applied it, that incident revelaed she was also a persom with concerning and caring heart. ,many shades she has, but all good.
Its due to her whatever i am today, she made me into a totally different me, a better version of me.
The last evening while i was thinking, i was sad because indeed i would miss those lovely people, the moments, usa but besides everything the thing i would miss the most was megha, my best friend. There was no one to yell at me when i ate chocolates, there was no one to provoke me to eat less and reduce weight, there was gomna be no one to apply oil on hairs, there was gomna be no one to have the endless silly talks with back st home.
One instance when me and mahesh had just got back from the mall, and megha was supposed to work, and she called me, i answered her call when she sounded dull, she said she had fainted snd she was been tsken to emergency room, it scared the hell out of me. My heartbeats had risen and i was panicked, we threw the bags in the house no matter whatever was inside, dint bothered if it broke, what bothered was megha and her health. I was not at all at relief till i saw her in front of me. I was relaxed, i wanted to scold her cause she was working hard and not eating properly but then her smile made me smile๐ but i got her by sarcasm. Well how could i miss taking a pocture in the ER๐ i took the picture with her. That evening even tough we were there beside her in the hospital she missed her family, cause families are important. She cried that day for the first time in front of us, and i held her cold hand. Tears rolled her cheeks and she was sobbing, i was just looking at her and feeling bad cause i was empathetic and my philosophy dint worked cause i was silent as dumb and could not utter a word to sooth her. What i could do was only not leaving her hand and trying to convey 'don't worry friend, am here, am not some special person, just another ordinary person but yet i am here, cause u are special, and i could make it possible anything to make u feel special, keep calm" Well that was a comical yet pretty serious incident in my life. Everything was like movies. I had a chance to go out instead of sitting with her in that gym lounge, but i had seen usa a lot leaving alone, but what i was going to miss was her so i preferred sitting there like a dumb.
Its never sbout the quantity, its always about the quality. No matter you have two friends but they must be true and source of happiness, sometimes one person also can make a huge differmece in someones life, well megha u are right not eveypme csn make a special place in everyomes lofe, bt whst sbout the place u made in our lives, especially mine, well its vacsnt, when i was with my friends i meeded nothing else except mu dad, there sre some people im our life with whom we can spend our whole life with chakkllas is one of them, if she and the rest of my friends, very few they sre yet jewels. Proud to have you as a best friend megha, thanks for everything. She made me stop crying snd in the hand when it was time to bid fsrewell it was due to her i cried for many days after returnimg. But distances cant break relations, and friedm is such a relation that we can alahs rely upon, this is a relation which i can trust om, i trust we will keep ,eetimg always somewhere or the other, i trust on our friendship, i trust her. I woudl always be there for all pf those people who made me feel blessed and special, megha ome of them. I just wamt her to be happy no matter where she is with whom she is. You were always a good person, and will always be, never change bestie, chakkllas๐ท
Thankyou for giving me the cons on your bday cake which was supposed to be eaten by you, it might be silly thing for you but that meant a lot for me, being pampered and felt special. Also thanks for taking lovely poctures even when i was unaware, thanks for sharing balcony, thanks for making those uttappams, thanks for the instant khichdis, thanks for accompanying in morning shifts, thanks for supporting me, thanks for making me smile, thanks for the bandage, thanks for being born and being my friend. I wish u all the success and may u buy a gulabi panel every year. Always be there, keep smiling, you are the best chakkllas, u are unique and i miss you and will always. If i become successful someday, one part of that would be your gifted, thanks for me making me, a better me.
What i remember the most of my time passed in states is the rythm of cherry hairs.๐
- Hrishikesh J C
