Pooja
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. -Katherine Mansfield
And Pooja is one such person. A person I never had to explain myself too. A person who no one ever has to explain themselves to. I doubt even Hitler would have to explain himself to Pooja, because she is the kind of person who would believe in anybody, a person who believes in giving chances and a person who always puts others before her.
Yet somehow, without having to explain myself to her, she knows the real me. A lot of people would fool themselves into believing that they know me. But they don't. Infact I can count on one hand the number of people who know the real me. and Pooja is one such person. She knows me, not because I let her in. But because she is just the kind of person who loves remembering the good in people, because she cares enough to push through their walls to see the real person.
She is our very own social service worker, the one who goes out of her way to help anyone and everyone, the one I practice all my "be selfish" talks on, the one I treat like my younger sister to yell and guide, the one who listens patiently to the same story over and over again, she is the one who will never say I told you so but will help us pick up the pieces when we break and put them together. She is the one who indulges me when I go into my spoiled brat mode and who buys me chocolates when I'm sad or for no apparent reason, the one who messages me when I am miles away to remember me when they are all having fun and makes me feel like its incomplete without me. She doesn't have to do any of that...but she does. And she does it for all of us. And that is what makes Pooja so very special and so very beautiful.
And we will be friends forever. How do I know that? Because we have survived an entire night of laughing, a night being the only sober people in a room, a night of eating biscuit for dinner and then laughing so hard that we needed to pee, several nights remembering this night, crying on the phone together when one of us was upset, laughing over no rhyme or reason, realizing we were on STD rates having senseless conversations, laughing even harder then, cursing those who have hurt us, surviving long distance friendship and beating the odds, because she knows the real me and loves me anyways.
But more importantly, we will be friends forever because she is an amazing friend and I would be stupid to ever let her go.
And Pooja is one such person. A person I never had to explain myself too. A person who no one ever has to explain themselves to. I doubt even Hitler would have to explain himself to Pooja, because she is the kind of person who would believe in anybody, a person who believes in giving chances and a person who always puts others before her.
Yet somehow, without having to explain myself to her, she knows the real me. A lot of people would fool themselves into believing that they know me. But they don't. Infact I can count on one hand the number of people who know the real me. and Pooja is one such person. She knows me, not because I let her in. But because she is just the kind of person who loves remembering the good in people, because she cares enough to push through their walls to see the real person.
She is our very own social service worker, the one who goes out of her way to help anyone and everyone, the one I practice all my "be selfish" talks on, the one I treat like my younger sister to yell and guide, the one who listens patiently to the same story over and over again, she is the one who will never say I told you so but will help us pick up the pieces when we break and put them together. She is the one who indulges me when I go into my spoiled brat mode and who buys me chocolates when I'm sad or for no apparent reason, the one who messages me when I am miles away to remember me when they are all having fun and makes me feel like its incomplete without me. She doesn't have to do any of that...but she does. And she does it for all of us. And that is what makes Pooja so very special and so very beautiful.
And we will be friends forever. How do I know that? Because we have survived an entire night of laughing, a night being the only sober people in a room, a night of eating biscuit for dinner and then laughing so hard that we needed to pee, several nights remembering this night, crying on the phone together when one of us was upset, laughing over no rhyme or reason, realizing we were on STD rates having senseless conversations, laughing even harder then, cursing those who have hurt us, surviving long distance friendship and beating the odds, because she knows the real me and loves me anyways.
But more importantly, we will be friends forever because she is an amazing friend and I would be stupid to ever let her go.
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Sweta J
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