I would love to invite you guys over. I know we all have families to cater for and insanely busy schedules but it’s been years, and we have a lot of catching up to do. I never really told you individually how I met you guys, so this is it. Warning, this may be the longest invitation letter you will read in your lifetime but get to the end of it, no skipping or summaries please.
I was at the back of the hall that afternoon when I first laid my eyes on her (okay, that was quite expressive and I’ve never liked that line anyways) so I’d stick with, the first time I saw her. She had this incredible smile and subtle “I’m cool without trying” radiance about her. She also wore a cute black jacket. I am not the type to remember tiny little details but it’s fascinating how my memory chooses which past event to store on the ‘unforgettable memories shelf’ no matter how silly, and this was certainly a file on that shelf. A few hours later, we were on a queue and she was right behind me. It was like a replica of scene from the movies “should I talk to her or should I not”, while I was still deliberating; she tapped me and said “hi, can you watch this space for me, I’d be back soon”. Oh, if only she could see the excitement in my heart as I kept a straight face and replied “of course”. And so, that was how I met you, the clever.
I met the giver through a mutual friend. It wasn’t friendship at first sight, in fact, it was quite the contrary. She seemed too quiet plus her very low tone, almost silent voice, aggravated me though I couldn’t deny the fact that she was indeed the fairest of them all. As I got to know her, I discovered that she was the personified description of a ‘dependable friend’.
The diva, I met on a very sunny boring afternoon. We had just finished lectures and we were waiting for the ‘magic school bus’ to convey us back to the hostel. I was bored and quite alone. I surveyed the surrounding to select a ‘target’ for a conversation to deliver me from the acute boredom!!! The diva was the chosen one. She was reading a novel and so I could very easily start a conversation with her just by asking her what the novel was about. Things went exactly according to plan and we ended up chatting our way through the entire bus journey till we got to our destination. The clever met the giver through me and I also introduced them to the diva and so that was how we all met, hence I am the binder!
We’ve been through a lot together. Through swift walks from classes straight to the cafeteria to get food ( I and the diva), to taking turns to care for me periodically to staying awake finishing unending assignments or meeting in front of the hostel to gist. What about our ‘gown’ movie dates? epic! Lol. The list goes on and on.
We don’t get to decide those we meet through life’s path but we definitely can decide if the ties will be strong enough to bind for a long time. And I say, this tie will for a very long time. We could even have a knitting meeting when we are in our eighties, just reminiscing on the past and our very different journeys through life, hopefully with our cute grandchildren. I know that sounds boring but I think that is the most fun we could possibly have at that age. So what do you say ladies?
Lots of love,