I have mentioned many times before that I am not the kind of
girl who has many girlfriends. Or I am just not a very good friend in general. I have made
and lost many friends in this journey of life so far. Some of them were good
people. Some of them I am glad I could get rid of. In most cases I don’t quite
recall why the friendship ended prematurely. Time has helped regenerate fresh
tissues on the old scar of betrayal, backstabbing and disappointment. Or in
some cases death came and put an end to it all. You can’t be mad at a dead
person, especially if she was of your age and for some unknown reason death
felt she was not to be allowed to live a full life. You dare not loathe her
memory because she failed to meet your psychopathic loyalty.
I have two best friends. And surprisingly both of them are girls. Both are wild souls trapped in two gorgeous women's body. And probably that's why they fit in my life like two missing pieces of puzzle. I met
D during my masters at ISI. Usually people drift apart after the course is
complete. In our case, it was the opposite. She went to Bombay and I was in
Calcutta. But never for a day had we felt the distance hindering our chemistry.
Now she lives in Gujarat with her IIM professor husband and I am in Calcutta
and distance still doesn’t bother us. We tell each other the inappropriate
jokes that might give any man a run for his money. We share our secret insecurities
that we dare not tell anyone else. Even when the expectations of parents get
too hard to bear we have got each other’s back. I met A as part of a blogger
community. I don’t even remember how exactly the conversation started. But we
had one thing in common at that time. We were both going through some turbulence
in our respective personal lives. What’s new about that, eh? Six years apart,
many such ‘turbulence’ have come and gone in both our lives; she lives in
whole another continent and we have met just twice so far. Yet we still can’t
help feeling amazed every day by the fact that we can practically read each
other’s mind. Sometimes days go by and we don’t get to talk to each other. Work,
temporary depression, time gap, our very similar nature of going into
self-imposed solitude – you name one and we have it. Yet when I saw her the
other day coming out of Golbari with that gregarious smile that we both share it
didn’t feel like we were meeting after almost two years. However, the bear hug
and the simultaneous howl said on behalf of us how much we actually miss each
other every day.
Ancient Greek playwright Aristophanes said that the original
human had four hands, four legs and one head with two faces. They were so
powerful that they became a threat to the gods. So Zeus cut them into two
halves as punishment to their pride and condemned them to look for the other
half of their soul for the rest of the eternity. Every day I look around and feel
more convinced that we, humans, are cursed creatures. We have poisons like
hatred, jealousy, anger flowing through our veins and yet from time immemorial we
are constantly searching for that other half of our soul in the hope that it would
give our sentient existence the ability to rise above mortality which we would
carry forward to our next incarnations. And a few luckiest among us become
successful in our quest. Sometimes not so conventionally. Or maybe not so
easily. But who said that your best friend cannot be your soulmate? And look how lucky I am, I have got two.
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