THE GIRL WITH NO NAME

The sky was a mosaic of colors. Grey clouds dispersed among patches of blue and red along with ribbons of gold. As it turned purple, it eventually dissolved into the darkness. Sitting on the dusty stone steps that had once seen daylight, night and more, we sat there lost in ourselves. We poured our hearts out, filling in each other with every thing we had missed out on so far to the most intimate detail. We sat and wondered how it felt like time had almost stood still, like 6 years had never happened. So much had changed, yet so much was the same. Took us back to ancient sunny afternoons when we'd bake a cake religiously after school, try all these absurd culinary stuff on each other. While some memories reminded us of how insane we were to have a girl band without people who play any instruments, some others took us back to "Girlfare awards" which we had completely rigged. Sunday morning painting classes, combined study sessions, holi celebrations with ujala water, insanely competitive bulletin board competitions, discussing crushes and eventually love lives, innumerable auto rides back home with her sitting on top of me, running up the hill clinging on to our bags, long walks and long talks and sharing our dreams paint vivid pictures on our timeline.

When I look back, I see 2 little girls happily running to school, so late, yet managing to make it just in time. I have known this girl since we were all of 3 years of age. We went to the same play school, kindergarten, primary school, middle school and high school. That's indeed a long time to know someone. And then we parted ways to chase our dreams. Today she is an architect and I am a doctor. We are back in the same city ready to renew our threads of friendship. I know for certain, that with this girl, I squared my knots right!