Sometimes you have that person who may not be related to you by the family tree but is still family, someone you call “your person”, someone whom you call “your best friend”
We met at our graduate college orientation and the minute she knew I was from Mumbai too she jumped in excitement. She was talking like a dime to the dozen and in my head I was like “how much does she talk”.
I don’t know how we hit it off but in a matter of few weeks we became rock solid. Both of us were poles apart in personalities, she hated fashion I sweared by brands, she hated makeup I swore by MAC, she hated going out I was always out, she was the one with a blue-print brain and lets not talk about me. She slept diligently by 9 everyday and I was a night owl party hopping from one place to another. Yes, but there was one thing common anyone rubbed us on the wrong side we would give even ROCK competition and we never shyed away from speaking our minds. Like they say you may not be similar but still there is something that binds a relationship.
You’re “my person” because we are on the same team, we have our own language, because I know you will tell me what to do even if it is to shut the hell up, because even if you’re busy you will still do a tab check on me, you listen to all my crazy moments, you hear me complain about life and everything and still have my back, because we don’t have to say anything to understand each other, because family need not be blood related, because only we understand what we do, because you are “YOU” and you’re “my person” no one else is.
Happy B’day N …. may all the candles you blow today bring you wonderful surprises all through the year and God bless always. I love you and miss you. Happiness and love always
Love and Laughter always