"Universe's Favourite Child"" The Lucky Charm" " Blessed Fairy" " Angel On Earth""Beautiful Siren " yadda yadda..
Imagine your every *nstagram post is decorated with thousands of synonym of the above phrases.. Won't your heart flutter? Won't Your smile reach both ears? Won't you feel loved, blessed, cherished and... a bit proud maybe? Tiniest dose? I felt. Felt it in my dreams. Every waking seconds. With every breath I thanked my life being so warm and sunny... Perhaps it made my personality softer than cotton candy and sweeter than honey.
But that's not how you are supposed to live your life, in your own intricately blown bubble. And i realised it... too late. After life busted the bubble. My bubble. My personality. And it chose the sharpest possible thorn to prick it.. my bubble, my life, my warmth,my whole world....
FLASHBACK:
" OH MY GOSH! Saijuu! did u see ur recent comments? Gawd! I really envy u! But then again? Living with you makes me love you more than envy.. *sigh"
Just as I was checking my midterm english answer key, I heard my best friend, Soha, gushing over my latest post. She is my personal comment reporter and hater repellent. And absolutely love her. For her.
"But really Saijel! I can see you walking on red carpet, swaying your body gracefully like a queen in five years from now! maybe even earlier! you are born for it you know, literally cut-"
"SOHA MALIK! if you don't leave me to peacefully check my answer key right now I would take two ✌seconds.. literally two seconds to post the " beautiful " selfie you took after unsuccessfully "rubbing" blood red lipstick " caking" foundation and "layering" 6 CM thick eyeliner that was 10 no 15 CM long.. in just two seconds" I fake- warned her in the most intimading voice I could muster. Amused to see her dramatic facial expression of an horrified abandoned puppy. Cute. Adorable even.
" You... She-devil! how on earth... my pic... u delete... ohmigoshohmigoshohmigosh evil I say pure evil devil amitabha amitabha amitabha... "
I was trying hard to contain my laughter. My so eloquent friend was startled I still kept her drunken feat make-up selfie till date.
She took a deep breathe and gave a eerie smile.
" Miss SAIJEL DAVE, our friendship is suspended for two days during which YOU will walk home alone with your ghostly shadows, eat alone in cafeteria with friendly mosquitoes, sit alone at your desk with cheering psycho boys, and sulk alone inside that pretty little head of yours!! Goodbye,! "
Oops! I hit her nerve. " I would appreciate the MUCH needed SOLITUDE Miss Malik" I gave her a smile that would grate her nerves further.
She narrowed her eyes in slits then turned around grabbing her bag, walking out of our class.
This " friendship suspension" is the little game we have been playing since the day we have learned to talk and the first day Soha got the shock of her life when I swiftly made her the scapegoat of our every childhood mischief. Now that I think about it, it had been a roller coaster emotional blackmail for her for nearly 18 years. But we love each other to bits. And these little fights have cemented our friendship over the years.