Soul Sisters

It was 2008. She was new to the class. She was the good-looking girl who had switched her branch from Mechanical to Electronics, and probably had her own set of friends she used to hang out with. She seemed sincere, always taking down notes and listening to the teacher, while the rest of us were busy whiling away the time, hoping for lecture to get over soon. She joined almost at the end of the term, and was trying hard to learn everything as soon as possible; she had just a little over a month to learn everything Electronics had to offer, in order to appear for her end-semester exams.

I was in 3rd semester, and while I was (in)famous, I was not very popular in my class. I was known for all wrong reasons – the Ms.Fresher who didn’t deserve to be, the girl who fought with her hostel room-mates over seemingly non-trivial things, the girl who fought with the Warden and numerous seniors over ragging, and so on and so forth. I knew what everyone thought of me, and while I pretended I didn’t care; I actually did, and quite a lot. But I was a little too headstrong to try and be friends with anyone else, and would therefore arrive late to the class often, and just head to the last seat, because that’s where those who didn’t know anyone sat, in my class.

It was a bright, sunny, but cold day. I had no money, it had been a while since I had been to the ATM. I knew there was one right inside the BEL campus close to the college, but it felt unsafe to go in a rickshaw. The area was all industrial and it wasn’t really good idea to travel alone in a cycle rickshaw carrying loose cash – the area was known for robberies. Then I got to know that the new girl lived close by, and though the ATM was not exactly on her way, her dad worked in BEL and she had a Scooty.

So I asked her, if she would be kind enough to take me to the ATM sometime, since I was out of cash and there were still some days before I went to my relative’s place or to my home. She gladly obliged. I wondered if that was a good idea, I barely knew her. But she seemed like a decent person, had definitely scored more than me in the semester exams, and I had trusted so many weirdos over my short tenure at college, it would only seem fair to an outsider to give her a chance too.

So off we went, the new girl and me, on her Scooty. I withdrew money, she dropped me back to college, and went home. We undertook several such trips, and despite our initial hesitation, we started talking and sharing. She told me about her life, her family, her friends, and I shared more of me to her. It felt good to talk to her, and despite my initial doubts, I never felt like holding myself back with her.

Soon the exams for 4th semester were on our heads, and after my disaster in 3rd semester, I really wanted to do better. And this time, we became exam buddies. Initially it was a little odd, possibly annoying, I was not used to someone calling me, of all the people in the class, and asking or clarifying something. But she chose me. And thanks to her, I ended up reading things I hadn’t bothered to read carefully, and just for her sake, I started reading my books a little closely.

Right in the middle of semester exams, another fight/confrontation beckoned me. It was the usual hostel politics, people saying things they shouldn’t have, people revealing things they shouldn’t have. It affected me, annoyed me, hurt me. And I had no one to talk about them to – till I remembered her. I called her up, she listened patiently, gave me sound advice, told me to get back to my books, asked me some more doubts.

After that semester, we became firm friends. I finally had a friend I could call “my own”, and she too probably felt the same way. Somehow, having each other in our lives, made us see things clearly, and we both got rid of friends and people who shouldn’t have mattered at the first place.

7 years down the lane, when I look back, I realize, how far have we come. Things changed, we moved to different cities, started doing varied things. And yet, something connects us. Our religious and cultural differences never mattered, all that mattered was how each of us could see what the other wanted to show. We accepted each other with our countless flaws, and love each other unconditionally. Someone has rightly said,”Friends are family we choose for ourselves.” If I had to name a “best friend for life”, I will name her in a jiffy, but it would not do any justice to the beautiful relationship we have – we aren’t friends, we are “Soul Sisters”. It was a small gesture that afternoon 7 years back, that probably made her feel nice too, about interacting with someone of her class, but it grew into a magical friendship, a beautiful bond, that is here to stay, today and forever.

A long time back..

Once upon a time, when I was too fat šŸ˜›

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