A Foe Turned Friend


They Met and How!

She was vibrant and cheerful.She was happy in all the ways that one could be.The perfect daughter,the perfect student,the perfect friend. If you had a problem, she was the first one you would run to. If you were down and low,you could count on her to cheer you up.

Her life was always buzzing with people and activity. She was never alone. Yet,she was lonely. Lonely in ways ,only she knew. Perhaps, a little too perfect for her own good.

Yet she was happy.She never complained because she didn't know what to complain about. She had everything she wanted.

Until she met him.

He was simple yet smart. He was 'Mr.know it all',who knew nothing about emotions. He stayed away from them. He had loads of friends. Yet, he loved his solitude. And no one could ever make him feel otherwise. 

Until he met her.

They were poles apart and they hated each other. He was over friendly and she was too guarded. He made jokes on her,which she couldn't digest. But every once in a while, she would get back at him which would leave him fuming.

They had common friends who had no option but to endure their 'interaction'. It was impossible not to call them on occasions and equally difficult to keep them apart.

'He's annoying like hell!', she would say to her friends. Yet,she couldn't deny to herself, that the way he looked at her, gave her goosebumps!.

'She thinks she's someone really great! That ego would put a balloon to shame!'',he thought. But he knew ,that she was different.

Somehow,he could see those iron walls she had built around her. He was desperate to break them down. He knew she wasn't going to be easy, to deal with. But he had to find a way.

She too hoped, he would.

Every now and then he would drop in a message or two and a subtle complement here and there. He could read the smiles in her texts and see the blush on her cheeks. He knew he had made a dent somewhere.

She made him feel different. His solitude became annoying for him.He wanted more of her.

It was around pm on a Saturday night when he called her up for the first time. She was with someone and she had laughed on hearing his voice. She said she'd call him back. And he knew that he would never receive that call.

But he did. And what a call that was! They talked the whole night about everything under the sun. It was a strangely refreshing and fun conversation they had had in a long time with anyone. And they spoke again the next day and after that. They couldn't stop.

As their days would begin,they would be overcome by this sudden urge to hear each other's voice. They would make fun of inane things and share their deepest,darkest desires.

When they were together,the world would slip into oblivion.

They would argue and fight and make up within a few minutes. They loved the glitter in each other's eyes.

With each other,time just flew.

There was no room for any ego,any walls or solitude. There were conversations and much more.

Who would have though that they would come so close.Worlds so different would become one.
Who would have thought they would've fallen in love. A love so crazy that it knew no bounds.

A love so complete, that it didn't need a world around.

Just two people who became friends..best friends and nothing could and would ever change that.

Because sometimes, all you need is a friend to fall in love with.

---Damini Grover

*This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.*


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