Siani's Friendship day!

She’s my BESTEST friend, a friend in need and in deed. :) I had created a blog earlier but abandoned it because I did not find it interesting enough and was too lazy to write but Kuku (she’s the bff by the way), got me into the game again…she gave me back my mojo.. :)))

  The fact that we oppose in terms of physical quality and emotional strength (she’s so going to think she’s the stronger one) makes us click. We have the right chemistry. Way back in our higher secondary days, while we were both studying in Shillong, we both happened to board the same bus bound for Aizawl. We had met once or twice earlier through friends and that evening only the usual reserved hellos were exchanged as is natural among distant friends and both turned to our closer friends. Then the usual landslide hurdle halted the bus near Dholai and we had to make do with petty jokes and boring paltry talks to stifle our hunger because there were no houses or shops around. My brother, still in his hormone raging stage, got up and tried his boyish charm on her and she, in her hormone induced pricey attitude, was acting uninterested. Seeing the pathetic state my brother got himself into, my defense mechanism stirred and I stomped towards them determined to rescue my brother. But just when I was about to open my mouth, she gave that smile that has got her boyfriend hooked and…and…I forgot to ask her nicely where they had gone for pee-pee earlier. Instead I grabbed her by the collar and demanded to know their secret hide-out. That’s how we became friends. In truth, I cannot really recall how we started our conversation but I remembered we were both foolishly deliberating whether we should walk on foot upto Vairengte. She suggested first. And I agreed. When I told my brother about our brilliant plan, I think he said “Wear a tin suit and a 3-inch soled s hoes to last the road”. We did not execute this brilliant plan, saved by the road clearance, and as we rode on and counted kilometers, we realized the unbrilliantness of the brilliant plan. 

We met again on the first day of college after we had both retried our 12th std. exams and the rest is history. Its amazing that after so many years of friendship, we have never fought and never quarreled.Tough we did have our trivial misunderstandings, we always managed to settle our differences in a calm, forgiving manner. She’s responsible for this. I’m short-tempered and pride packed. She’s not. She’s intelligent and quick witted and always manages to come up with white lies and harmless excuses for the both of us. Im not as brainy as her but I have lent my own fair share of lies and excuses to save her butts. She has rubbed off her ciggy addiction onto me and I’ve introduced her to the reddish world of kuhva. She comes to me for advice and I go to her when I need the same. We openly share each other's tits and bits  but we swore that to the outside world, our lives would never be open books. 

We both have the same brand of scooty. Mine is old and overused. Hers is shiny and underused. I call myself a veteran driver. She calls herself a veteran driven. Probably a wrong vocab here but it suits her so well. She has always had a dedicated guy to take her around while I have had to gallop around forlornly on my scooty and occasionally, she takes the charge behind. But now that my trusty scooty is getting old, we have decided to officially use hers; besides, hers is going to rust away anyway among the dust in her garage . She can ride, alright, but she’s saving her energy for the day I finally wear down. Here’s to you, my friend, and to all the years of friendship to come. Happy Friendship day!