the girl with a golden heart

so when I pen down my list of friends, I have to write her name at the top...whenever she calls and in her usual sweet voice says, ' aur sunna?', I cant stop smiling at the untouched innocence that is so characteristic to her. Her pristine gullibility baffles me and makes my adoration strongerJ I have known her through the college bunks, heart breaks, cute frivolous crushes, scooty geris, sari draping…fruit chats and heart to heart conversation were the beginning of our love story. Idling in MCM grounds, I could chart my entire career graph and weave my love stories with her. I have seen us grow from girls singing “ bheege hont tere’’ loudly on scooty and our first trip to the disc…..to women getting engaged and trying to assume the roles of a responsible spouses(would-be)…
From girls dancing to the tunes of chandigarh kare aashiqi and organizing fests to ladies applying the right lip stick shade and cooking delicacies….
She has lovingly cherished each memory and takes the best opportunity to remind me about someone birthday, someone’s marriage, remind me about MCM days…I smile and my heart says…You are the best thing I remember and can never forget. Never, have I seen a person who so lovingly gives her heart, who cares without expecting anything in return, who never loses her calm….her angel like demeanor is both surprising and reassuring. She has been there even when I called after a span of six months, she was there when I had to confide, she was there when I was jittery and hopefully she will be there for a lifetime….

'Kiddo', I said and realized that the full bright happy dent smile shrank a bit. The surd with paggs of every colour possible did not want to hear the truth. 'I said that I find you irresponsible', I reiterated. He gave a twist to his mustache and frowned.
I am writing about a new character which has surfaced over a chapter in my life. A jat to the core with child like whims & fancies and indefinable love for music. The well tailored business suits and colour coordinated tie-pagg tries to give him the regal professional appeal but a look deeper and you realize this is one notorious life-loving creature. His zest for life definitely captivates the onlooker. His love for Mandi, hills, dosti –yari is weaved into tales to delight the listener. The music is boisterously loud, the style is impeccable and the spark is ignitable. I laugh and smile for once I came across a man who utters more words than a woman....finally.
What intrigues me...is the blend of know-it-all and the gullibility...a blend of aristocracy with simplicity, an affable flamboyance coupled with irritating recklessness...someone who is living life at the edge (dangerous yet exciting)....
may god bless this kiddo ...glad to have met you and known you....

a little drop of water seeps in everyday...the magnanimity of the situation doesn't trouble me yet. ' i miss you' or 'wont you cry when i leave' is about careless quesyioning. The real impact of change is felt only after it has occurred. The shopping sprees, loads of work, joys of sharing and riots of laughter are shadowing the snap of ties. The heart does not want to sit and fathom of what shall be lost, what shall be left behind or of what shall be dearly missed. The heart is playing silly games to avoid the cascade of tears and the downpour of emotions.
'I have done this before, I will do it again', is the flimsy excuse I use to curtail the miffs within. The world moves on, the new phase beckons you, life is holding out its embrace yet a part of you is grief stricken. Is it really a final goodbye? Is it really different this time? Is life really gonna change?
Questions bounce over the tramopline my mind....