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Happy Birthday,best friend!

In the last 9-10 years that I know her, this will probably be the first birthday without her. 24th July feels weird as I am not doing any surprise planning. But on such rare days, you get the time to sit back and reflect. We aren’t perfect friends who just admire each other. We still fight and no, not discretely. We fight in parties, we fight in between concerts and we fight for the silliest of the reason.
Having said that, hers is always the first ‘I miss you’ message every time I go out of Delhi. We share a world of our own. Since the time we stepped out of our homes and started living on our own- we were never really ‘on our own’. We always had each other. We understood the world together, we formed opinions together, we learnt and un-learnt many things together (Thanks to the somewhat similar upbringing that we both had). And about the years when we were not together – we must have already talked more than once about each and every day of the 10 years before we met each other.
At the age of 17 when we first got the freedom to go shopping alone and that too in Delhi, we had each other. We developed a similar taste of choices; we learnt the value for money together. We are so intertwined and I realize this as I write this out that on many occasions we try fulfilling our innermost wishes through each other. If there is something that I really want to wear (neon days) but I know my complexion will not fit the bill- I make her wear it and in a similar way if there is something  that my ‘golupolu’ likes but she thinks will fit me better, she insists that I buy it.
And on those days when we go shopping without each other, there have been so many occasions that we have picked up two of the similar kind of stuff. We used to pick up two similar kinds of clip and rubber bands, kurtas and stoles. And when she went to Krishnagiri to the wooden toy making place- she came back and gifted me the biggest toy she bought.
There are many other things we imbibed from each other. I have to admit that I used to hate food. Her love for food, cuisines, chocolates was infectious and hence my weight! I did not step into any kitchen at all till I met her and she will talk about the lovely cakes that she can bake, dishes that she can cook and once when I went back home for my mom’s birthday- I asked her for the recipe of the simple vanilla cake (I remember asking for the number of eggs and other silly details) and after that- she taught me cheesecake and we went on trying all fancy stuff to giving birth to ‘Flavoured Fantasies’. I can write a separate blog on the amount of fun we have when we bake together. On a special night, we also tried making the cakebox (which took double the time than it took to bake the cake!)
Imbibing from each other does not end there. I always had a severe migraine problem and she has seen it throughout the past 10 years. She never had any headache related issue but she thinks when you are that close to a person even headaches can be infectious. Off late whenever she gets a headache, she thinks I passed that on to her and in my response I tell her that all the weight that I am putting on my thighs also has a similar theory. (Science is yet to prove any such phenomenon!)
There are few other departments where she is still trying to influence. She will keep advising me from time to time to apply a liner instead of a kajal. She also tried gifting me a lipstick, a foundation but seems like she has given up on me on that department and as I write this I remember that you were looking for a particular shade of white nail paint. I hope you got that!
Another unsaid but somewhat similar take was on travel. We both love travelling but felt hesitant to call up home for the money. It was only in the last one year that we both became somewhat economically independent and we started writing our travel diary together.  We have many fun memories of toilet papers, trekking and playing in the beach and we are yet to build many more. 
I have no particular name for this relationship. No, really. We are definitely far more than friends, way closer than family and way thicker than boyfriends! What makes this relation the most special one is that you can also act insensibly (being equal partners in crime) and plan a trip to Big Chill cakery anytime even in the middle of the night. Maybe, this is what is called best friendship!





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