The Irreplaceable One

By Avishi Verma

Majority of people find their best friend in schools or colleges, it's because that's the age when we are ready to accept people the way they are. As we grow up, it isn't easy for us to accept changes also we find it difficult to change ourselves or to adjust. Though being too young, it is difficult for me to swiftly make friends since developing of a bond and trusting people takes time, but then it is the only element which either destroy things or makes them up.

Accepting the fact that all of ours life is full of people and for each one of them we have a different identity, but then, there is someone who has seen all our faces, from being aggressive to being a patient, disciplined person.

Yes, I feel like I too have someone with whom I would love to share each and every crazy or lonely part of my day and yes he is my best friend and is as as important to me as my own family. Although we don't have a single photograph together but our bucket of memories is as over flooded as when I'm asked about a single memory of our happy hours I recollect about a million stories.

The one with whom I can share anything without feeling embarrassed. The one on whom I can count on in any situation and be my true self with is also the one who is ready to hear all my nonsense with his sleepy eyes. Afterall, the only reason to my limitless laughter is him and the time spent talking to him, being the best part of my day though, considered as time waste by our Indian Parents.

Well, who knew that our chats will gradually end up transforming into conversations and our bond unbreakable. Our late night chats, fights and internal jokes would have no end with those giggling interactions during classes and death stares while messing things up. Being a best friend to a person like him is just like being an unpaid therapist, a part time mom, a secret keeper and a forever crime partner. Also having innumerable things in common with also grades, too close we ended up proving the theory that an idiot needs an equally opposite idiot.

At the end, being strangers life without him was beautiful but being best friends life without him is implausible. Although the reality of life is, that people come and go and that's how life goes on, but then, letting him go would be like, allowing myself to let go my happiness. And there, this indulging bond made me realise that family doesn't end with blood as he is

no less than my own family and friendship is one such relationship we choose unlike all other relationships.

By Avishi Verma