A Christmas Present. 

I remember that day in standard eleven when our class teacher made us sit together. I don't exactly remember how I reacted to it but definitely life has been so much easier from that moment. Difficulties are a part and parcel of life. They will remain and it's a bitter truth that without some difficulties or struggles life becomes dull and tasteless. We lose the charm of living. All these apart, life has been comforting even in the hardest of situations. There is a simple reason behind it. I didn't have to face them alone. It's true she always couldn't solve every problem, no one can but she stayed beside me whenever I needed and even when I didn't need...

I remember reading the book ' The Diary of a Young Girl.' by Anne Frank. I was barely mature enough to understand what it actually wanted to convey. But I remember a line, a very beautiful line actually "Paper has more patience than people". It is true for most people around the world. But I am a lucky one to be an exception. She was there to always listen and today when I am facing the worst crisis of my life till date, even at midnight she is ready to reply to my texts.

It hasn't been very long. I am a first year college student and our friendship had blossomed in standard eleven. Three years roughly. She proved with her friendship that time is just a number. Even one day can make a big difference and maybe even ten years can't. All that matters is the bond, the trust. And, I will be glad to confess that she is that only person whom I can trust blindly. I know from the nights we spent texting each other that even the world might turn me down but nothing can go wrong between us. 

A few months ago she had nearly killed me. I received a call one night that she had been hospitalized with dengue and jaundice and wasn't doing well. I can still feel my blood clot and my heart stopping to pump. I can sense the warm water welling up in my eyes ready to flow down any minute. I remember those restless nights I had spent with her memories, holding them to my chest and dreading that maybe memories would only remain. Tears have already started flowing down as I recall those days and nights I had waited for her. My time had stopped still!!! My phone buzzed after seven days when she texted "I am home." Tick Tock ! I heard the clock start again... That day I knew what relief means...

I have always noticed that people about whom I write, always drift apart and break my heart. So I never really considered writing about her. But when a few days back she asked me for a Christmas present I knew I had to do it and she deserves it. Writing is what I can do best and that is hat I am going to do for her because fact remains intact that everyone might break my heart but she will come and gather all those broken pieces together and put them back again. I can write for her without having to once fear losing her or our bond...

So my dear, this was just a small tribute to your friendship and a Christmas present for you as you had asked. Merry Christmas love!!

                                                                                                                                           -Reva.