I have a confession to make. A confession of a daughter who is soon to be married to the man of her dreams. But hang on, Let’s just sideline the man of her dreams for a while, and talk about an important aspect one tends to forget in reality and choose to live with. Since it is acceptable all over and carried from ages(The fact I am about to lay down); which shouldn’t be altered as per the society we live in, extraordinarily in the name of the traditions.
(It has nothing to do with my guy since he is way more supportive than I thought of! Get to know in the upcoming paragraphs!)
My best friend is getting married!
A statement full of love, happiness, anxiety, eagerness, and bliss. Had it been anyone other than her, the meaning of friendship would have turned fake and impure.
I remember the first time we met with a subtle finesse of sanctity extending the care of childlike epitome. Rinti has never caged me with the desires which can ever slaughter my wings to achieve the invincible rather a supporter in all the wavelengths of my dreams.
If someone drools a question defining an ideal friend, it will be none other than Rinti for me; or for that matter for anyone. Lucky I am to have her from over a decade. I wish each one meets someone equivalent to her once in a lifetime.
She has never been the kind who cribs, complaints, insults or cry over something insignificant. We have had our share of fights and era’s of disappointments, but it never catered to diminish the purity of bond we formed. I love her beyond my imaginations; she loves me beyond limits. A literature festival, a meeting, an award and a launch – nothing can ever be important when it is about her. Let’s make this week memorable.
She is getting married to the man of her dreams, and I wish all the blessings to her. The one who will take care of her beyond her imperfections, the one who will make her happy, the one who will understand her inhibitions, and the one who will keep our friendship intact. I am so sure Naveen has all the capacities and capabilities.
While preparing for your wedding rituals,
Rightly said – If you are friends with someone for more than 7 years, you are friends forever.
I met him long back in 2008. Calling him just a best friend could never be apt. He is more like a mirror image.
I never ever have to think twice when I am with him. True, we share the equal amount of craziness, he is the first person I ever call in happy and sad times. Continue reading
Whenever they say I have her smile, my day brightens
Whenever they say I cook like her, life becomes delicious
Whenever they say I dress like her, I feel beautiful
Whenever they say I speak like her, I automatically get the best lyric
Whenever they say I look exactly like her, life finds a meaning.
It is not only for my mother but for each and every beautiful soul who not only gives birth but makes sure to teach us the parameters for a happy and blissful life which we will pass on to the future generations.
She is someone precious than God. Continue reading
Right after parents (or equivalent to them) the one soul holding your biggest piece of heart is your sibling. Who cares if she is connected via blood or not.
Lately, someone inquired from her out of utter curiosity …
*Swatii is not a blood connect. How can she be your sister?*
Her reply brought me into tears
*Who cares about that blood connect when love defines a relationship. She is my twin sister who knows me exactly the way I am. I trust her the most*
I never thought almighty would plan a meeting with my soul – sibling after I turn 19. I met her after completion of my teenage. Continue reading
More than being a best friend, he is the best mentor destiny introduced me with. No matter what people talk behind our back, I don’t give a damn about it.
Here are some words dedicated from me to you, Praful.
What makes me update this, is certainly mystic to me too. Irrespective of fighting endlessly on all the communication routers we have, this is one of my *Out of respect update* for you, No PDA – believe me. Continue reading