Today, one of my friends told me that after a certain age it becomes difficult to make best friends. I disagreed. I may not be the best judge of friendships since I have the tendency to like almost anybody and I just end up with many best friends at a time. Yes, I can see you nodding your head from side to side and deciding that I am a naïve creature who was born just yesterday, but let me assure you, I am as wise as an 18 year old gets.
The 18 long years of my life of my life have taught me that one should not restrict their "best friend" to just one person. Yes, these friendships may fade away sometime in the many years that you live, but in your head, they remain your best friends forever. Moreover, people should really have fictional best friends too.
I have had quite a few best friends in my life time. When I was 3, I distinctly remember my two best friends. One was a girl, another a boy. The girl came first in our class of 30. I was in awe of her. She had a mole under her chin and spoke only Telugu, a language I didn't know, yet she was my best friend. That is what I had declared to my mother. The boy on the other hand was a family friend, spoke the same language that I spoke and was shorter than me. I was almost his parent in school. I told him to pull his socks up and not eat his eraser just because it smelt like fruit. But I liked him equally. They are no more my best friends but I think of them from time to time.
My next best friend was Simran. She had long brown hair and held her pencil with four of her fingers instead of just three. I loved this fact about her, so I started writing the same way. The habit has never gone.
When I was 8, I met Ravleen. She was smart and loved Scooby Doo, just like me. I liked her instantly. She had buggy eyes that looked always excited. It was a sharp contrast to my sleepy looking eyes. We examined all these differences in the mirror one evening after we tired of running around my house. We were like the perfect fit of pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. We had similar senses of humor and always told each other everything. We would share interesting random facts. One day she pulled my head down to her tummy to make me listen to her gurgling stomach. It was amazing and not gross at all.
All of these amazing people have left their imprints on me and I still believe that they are my best friends. Do you think so too? My next post will be about my fictional best friends. See ya'll, bye!
The 18 long years of my life of my life have taught me that one should not restrict their "best friend" to just one person. Yes, these friendships may fade away sometime in the many years that you live, but in your head, they remain your best friends forever. Moreover, people should really have fictional best friends too.
I have had quite a few best friends in my life time. When I was 3, I distinctly remember my two best friends. One was a girl, another a boy. The girl came first in our class of 30. I was in awe of her. She had a mole under her chin and spoke only Telugu, a language I didn't know, yet she was my best friend. That is what I had declared to my mother. The boy on the other hand was a family friend, spoke the same language that I spoke and was shorter than me. I was almost his parent in school. I told him to pull his socks up and not eat his eraser just because it smelt like fruit. But I liked him equally. They are no more my best friends but I think of them from time to time.
My next best friend was Simran. She had long brown hair and held her pencil with four of her fingers instead of just three. I loved this fact about her, so I started writing the same way. The habit has never gone.
When I was 8, I met Ravleen. She was smart and loved Scooby Doo, just like me. I liked her instantly. She had buggy eyes that looked always excited. It was a sharp contrast to my sleepy looking eyes. We examined all these differences in the mirror one evening after we tired of running around my house. We were like the perfect fit of pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. We had similar senses of humor and always told each other everything. We would share interesting random facts. One day she pulled my head down to her tummy to make me listen to her gurgling stomach. It was amazing and not gross at all.
All of these amazing people have left their imprints on me and I still believe that they are my best friends. Do you think so too? My next post will be about my fictional best friends. See ya'll, bye!
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