FROM THE MIST OF DARK TO DAWN

I wonder what on world is that one beautiful magic that makes your parents love your pet when at the same time they hated it the most at first. My Amma was such a lady too who hated dogs and cats at the beginning but later when she got accustomed with him, it became arduous for her to think a life without him. I sometimes used to think how one moment of life gets changed to another in such a way that it leaves you in awe, paving for the quest of its reason. I will tell you about one such moment in my life.

 

I was at my high school when I met her for the first time. A studious curvy girl of five foot height and curly hair just like mine, with gleamy eyes and a generous smile always stuck upon her face, was all I could remember about her today. I could say, she was not my best friend but was my back-second-bench-friend who sat right in front of me with whom I only had little chit-chats about subjects and more than that nothing. Let me name her Ms.A (as I never want to mention her real name).we were never that close together but it felt like something was always there between us that took our slightest version of amity to its next level. We joined higher school together leaving all my so-called-best friends behind. Perhaps this might be the reason that made both of us so devoted to our friendship which got jinxed later. It only took two weeks for us to knot the entangled tie of best buddies and maybe that lead us to share everything of our heart. There were no secrets between us, and also she was the one who taught me that the distance from the unknown to the inseparables is only a little love and friendship.

 

As we were those sniffy students from a highly reputed three storey central affiliated school who joined a village side shabby about-to-break government school, it was challenging for us to adjust to its workings. I still remember the looks of its untidy toilets, I can still recover the picture of our half built classrooms, uncivilized students and those lethargic teachers where I spent my two years of education. But there is one thing I must say, by keeping aside of everything other than these physical hardships are my memories, that beautiful unforgettable memories that none of you must have ever made. Not even I have ever felt something other than such a flabbergasted remembering in my life. anyways by the first week of our school-days we felt so stupid of joining such a crumbling school that we started bullying other students of our class saying' Look at that girl, how is she so thin! Her parents might not have given anything to eat! Oh look at this dull-witted gang! How moronic they are? See that skinny one how pompous she is?’ I know others must have done the same to us as we looked a little (more than a little) nerdy at those time.

 

Days and months passed. For higher school we get an option to choose our second language either as Hindi or as Malayalam. We both took Hindi not to be together but could say like a kind of coincidence. And this is the same reason how we turned our companionship to three by the joining of another girl named Ms.B who took the same second language of ours and could be named as the wrecker of our friendship too. You can assume what might have happened. Yeah! Obviously! Girl egos. What on earth had given girls this much egos and reasons to envy is always an astonishing thing for me. When she joined our friendship this was the same thing that took birth in me. I felt like Ms.A was spending more time with Ms.B, felt like Ms.A was sharing all my secrets to Ms.B and they were laughing at my treasured scars. Felt like Ms.A was explaining everything about my past to her which I'd always wanted to forget. I know this can be a misunderstanding, I know I must have taken them in the wrong sense but at that time the only thing that vaguely roams in my brain was that they were insulting me, they were insulting my feeling or you could say like I was jealous that they were together and my brain was making all these things up as a reason to get rid of them. I don’t know but I stopped talking to her thereafter. I didn’t even thought it is necessary for me to ask her about what had happened, whether they were laughing at my story. At the same time she was in awe why am I not talking to her and the same girl-ego issue pulled her back not asking me the reason too. This way it ended our friendship ended without giving a full stop and giving birth to my heartfelt companion, my soul friend Ms.C.

 

When I left Ms.A I joined Ms.C and her friends which later got to know as a gang including me. But the most interesting thing about them is this that they were the same gang whom I had bullied once saying stupid people, they were the same people whom I had disdained once, and they were the same people whom I had never minded saying they are not of our class. Don’t know what made me attract to them but today when I look back the most beautiful, unforgettable memories of my life were made by these people. Never in my life had I been as happy and amused as the way I was with them. We shared, cared and fought together but whatever happened, the knot was always entangled strongly without any rupture.

 

it only takes just a moment of blink to change time, to change people, to change whatever is with us to nothing and to change somebody to nobody. And for me it’s always startling how moments change without even giving you a warning but that’s beautiful and sometimes bewitching too.

 

To keerthana's, Aryasree, Nuza, and Ashima. Thank you for those beautiful days.

HOPING FOR A GOOD DAY TOMORROW