Shalaka

To the person who makes the most and the person who loves over vocalising creepy environmental sounds which annoy me(and ever other sane person.)

I am writing this to you as our beloved tas has asked me to give the world tip on how to survive and live peacefully with Netra Nair kidding she just asked me to join the NGO called ‘Save the Netra’s’ kidding again. The subject is a moment to remember or an unforgettable memory with you.

So come lets jog down the memory lane. The first time I met you was in winter of 2010 near the lift in DY Patil your first words were Hiiee I am Netra Nair CRrrrr… It was funney the way you took pride in your postion. But after that I noticed I liked the child like shimmer in your eyes and honesty in every syllable you spoke with so much enthusiasm. It was like I already knew you for a long time.

Our conversation would last for hours wouldn’t end till mid night they still do….(touch wood). Loved roaming in new gardens, going to cueta’s farm house, eating frankie on the station, going to malls in this place called vashi, had never even heard of it before that. When I left DY I remember feeling that horrible moment when I was alright the entire day but as soon as u got up at kurla I remember something dawning on me. Realization  had finally hit me. I was lucky I didn’t have to feel that way for long as you got admission here in KEM.

You were the first person I ever opened upto. I was being so used to being alone in so many emotionally wrecking situations that I would have never undestood the comfort of company or what it felt like to have someone to be there for me.

And the matheran trip was the epitome of this. I replayed that trip a gazillion times in my mind. I remember crying so much on a day I cleared my exams cause you had a KT. I also remember laughing and dancing with out group and nightouts and special occasions in my house.

Loved my birthdays, no one has ever done so much for me before. Even now when I am on my terrace I remember giggling with you under the night sky talking and talking for hours eating your chocolate in your chocolate doughnut and pushing you away to protect mine.

I hope we have many more such moments in the future. See you’re the cheese in my white pasta, toppings in my pizza and chilli in my chilly chicken, sauce in my sandwich chocolate on my donut, without you my life would be bloody tasteless.

So always remember that you my friend arent “KALI”. That’s just Kejal.

You are perfect and count the things you have , the people around you, especially those who are watching you read this thing and chuck the things you missed……. I love you always!!