By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
I just recently said a goodbye.
We had a bachelorette party and the first of my young squad said goodbye to single life. She is not young, at least in terms of traditional marriage parameters, but nor is she old, at least according to my parameters. She is simply sure.
I return today a little buzzed.
I can see myself, 12 years old, sitting in a circle of 5? Some have brought tiffin, actually all except one. She has brought tiffin but it is just bread and jam. I have heard something at home, but that is another story.
“Why do you never bring roti sabji?”
She start frustrated, “my mom is diabetic! She isn't well…” she stops crying.
I didn't understand it till today, and I don't know what finally clicked; is it her marriage? No, it is me. My stagnation. She is as hurt as I am curious. No 12 year old understands disease or inability as no 12 year old understands periods.
I was 11 and a half. As selfish I am i do not remember when others got theirs expect myself and the one before me. Among my friends, everyone was later than me, although I was the youngest, at least on papers. Yet I remember the last, the one who is no more in touch, but is probably the most successful, specially in traditional terms - a doctor, pursuing her MS presently.
I wonder, what will WE teach our children?
She cried. I expressed bewilderment. I have no idea why we are friends, or even in touch today.
She moved on. I moved on.
There was someone to comfort her.
There was someone to comfort me.
I won't dwell anymore. She has a lifetime of friendship.
I….. I have friends, including her. I am honest with none, including her.
It is her day. I wish her luck. I want to wish her hope and romance, but I can't, because I am the cynical one.
But I want to wish her the best.
So that at least one of us, if not all, triumphant, in the most simple manner of being happy.
I dreamt of a castle where there reigned queens. It was me, my friends, and my cousins.
But happy dreams.
Or reality.
By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
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