I love you..
For never giving up on me.
For your unmatched loyalty.
For teaching me a thing or two about friendship.
For holding my hand before every viva because I would be a nervous wreck.
For pushing me through the door for a few.
For actually accompanying me to a viva, putting your own ass on the line.
For carrying me back to my room, everytime I fainted.
For listening to my non-sense for hours on end, and then dozing off right in the middle of it all.
For always wanting to get me anything I wanted.
For all those middle of the night conversations.
For appreciating my cooking like nothing tasted better.
For defending me, when most of the batch had turned against me.
For being there, when S’s mum had that accident and giving her all that money,because I asked you to.
For bringing me take away during exams because you knew I would be eating junk.
For all the times you made me ‘our’ coffee.
For promising me that we wouldn’t root for or against our countries during cricket seasons and no matter what the outcome we wouldn’t let it affect our friendship.
For standing up to me no matter what.
For breaking R’s nose when you found out the truth.
For never breaking my trust.
For treating me like a princess when I visted your family.
For helping me see the truth.
For being my friend.

I wrote this on your birthday.Thought I’d dedicate a post to you.Now 6 months later I thought I’d leave it till friendship’s day.The list doesn’t seem complete at all.This is what came to my mind.Just watched the movie Coach Carter.It brought back so many memories.So many that I am having a hard time forgetting.Decided to put this down now.Just so I can remember this moment someday.

I want you to know I write this blog.I am trying to be creative, even trying poetry.I know you would laugh so hard at that.Why do I feel like hearing you laugh.

Some times I wish I could hear your voice just one more time.Some times I wonder if you still think of me?I thought it wouldn’t matter after so many years have gone by.May be it doesn’t.

I know you will never read this, even if you stumbled on my blog.Wonder how you got past med school when you hated all that reading.Probably why I think it is ok for me to confess here, I lied when I said I would never miss you.I so do, sometimes.