Wednesday, 10 June 2015

My Stunning Best Friend

Sitting in my secluded room I am writing something. I actually don’t know what and why I am writing as my brain isn’t getting what to write. I am thinking of Sonnet 55 and Sonnet 65. No, actually I am thinking of Bacon’s OF FRIENDSHIP. But still don’t know what is the subject matter of writing this piece. Yes! Yes! I know where this is coming from and for whom. Her birthday is coming and that is why my mind is running. Megan, is her name and she is the reason of this mind game.

A girl with long hair, glossy dark eyes ,dolly pink lips and not to forget her stylish flicks, suddenly came in my life almost seventeen years ago. She saw something in me as I was sitting alone at the opposite seat. Even I saw this sugar pie who was surrounded with her little toddler friends. Her eyes twinkled looking  at me and even her friends gave a stunning gaze to me. They shyly, uttered in chorus by bringing near their hands, FRAAANDZ and from their it all started, a beautiful saga of friendship. Flashbacks are good, isn’t it?

I am not getting words for your description but this ain’t doctor’s prescription! I am neither Lamb, nor Hazlitt and not even Chesterton, I am just a ‘chattering writer’, her best friend whose trying to write this first ever prose.

I could have written poetry but showing, my coolest friend; my unique chic is what every year’s trick. Writing a prose is not a cup of tea but still I am trying to make this tea with my flowing emotions. It was that day when she gave me an award of being her best friend. That was the most heart warming segment of our long friendship. Today, I can’t give you an award but by writing this prose I will make you immortal for the coming world. Readers, I tell you, this beauty has done majors in me and knows everything before I utter a single thing.

A duck of a friend you are and seriously speaking, knowing you for so many years has always been a new experience. An adventure freak melancholic writer; religious saint; spicy cook; Hey! Now don’t give that nasty look. A crazy brat with a messy hat and your hypnotic eyes almost make every guy shy. Meg, that’s what your classy name; not to forget Cherry is your priceless fame.

Tuberculosis knows about your deadliest desire and that actually brings me into fires. I know she is our cranky friend but I am your never- changing trend.

My proto-co-ho-lic friend, Costa, mocks at your delaying blend, but I do agree stylo you make us late from every end. Still you are my psycho scientific sprite...oh! Wait a moment, you are everybody’s flaunting slide. A crazy dancer, mommy’s laughing doll, daddy’s rockstar and Bhaiya- bhabhi’s flower. Well! That’s What You Are...

I think I have written much. This is a prose not a Verse. You are a transparent friend just like an open book. It’s your BIRTHDAY, your day.

A/N: My blog was incomplete without this post ..I wrote this an year ago and now since I have a blog so thought of posting it..I hope you all like it ..I need your special reviews ..


  1. Great words... Perfect feelings and a aura of emotions and nostalgia surround this write up... Nice one indeed

  2. Great words... Perfect feelings and a aura of emotions and nostalgia surround this write up... Nice one indeed

  3. Excellent post with beautiful thoughts and words within Surbi Sareen...Liked it