We were best friends and nothing could have come between us, at least that’s what we thought. We were inseparable. My day would begin with her waking me up and would end with wishing her good night. She wouldn’t go to school, if I didn’t and I would fight with anybody who said anything mean about her. After all, we were best friends. Our families used to stay only 100 meters away and still we became friends only when we met in school. We were from two different cultural back grounds and family values. Our cultures and values were conflicting, but it didn’t matter, because we wanted each other and that’s what mattered.
She was very different from me. She had long lovely thick black hair and I had a mushroom cut. She was a perfect prim and proper girl and I was a tomboy. Her handwriting was like tulips in a row, all neatly cut and trimmed and mine was like ants attacking a chocolate. I was loud, mischievous and daring. She was quiet and well behaved. We were like angel and devil together. Something impossible, but it happened. Guess, god wanted her to have a few devilish instincts and me a few angelic instincts. That’s why he put this crazy combination of buns, the sweet and fluffy friend of mine and pans-the crazy tom boy together.
One ugly day we had a huge argument over something very small and we were upset with each other. When we reached school, we were told that we are put in different classes. This was like the devil not only scaring us but gobbling us up also and both on the same day.
We sorted out our fight and life continued, but not as smoothly as it used to. Now, it was like the waves in the ocean, up and down, slow and fast, sometimes a high tide and sometimes a low tide. All this happened because we were in two different classes and we had two different friends’ circles and our circles didn’t get along. Trying to get them along was like fitting two pipes of different shapes together. We tried but the circles just didn’t gel. The space between us increased, but the bond deep within remained intact.
One of those days, guess it was high tide and that took a dangerous one. We had the worst of the arguments, we didn’t speak for days and the days became months. Gosh! I was losing out on the most essential part of my school life. I was going mad and I heard that she was also crying profusely. Wonder, why we didn’t confront each other. In school, we acted happy with our new friends, but back home and during all those times when we were supposed to be together, life was losing its entire color and was becoming the color of our school uniform – GREY.
I became reckless and started arguing with everybody around and I started performing badly at school. Seemed like everything around was so dull and ugly. Luckily, god knew this can’t go on for long, so what if I was a devil; I was his child, a very precious and special one. I guess, that’s why he sent a mother angel-Mrs. Ruth. She was a tall lady with a long face and the first time, I saw her I thought she was the most strict teacher’s in school, I was wrong. She was a blessing; she cared for every single soul in school. She could convert any crying kid into a happy one. She not only thought us the chapters of the book but also thought us chapters of life. Her smile was infectious and it spread really fast. She was like the lamp, which always leads us from darkness to light.
She like everybody else in school had seen me and buns together and also knew that for some reason life was on a very low tide for us. She spoke to us, counseled us, made us realize how important we are to each other and told us all the things which we always knew but wanted to hear. She made us realize that nothing outside us should affect us and what is inside us, is what we are made up off and it was Mrs. Ruth who made us realize that it’s not only the honey bee who needs the flower, but the flower also needs the honeybee. She taught us to be like the duck, which lets the negative things just slip of its back. She made us apologize, she made us realize we needed each other for love, laughter and happiness. We hugged, we cried, we smiled and we realized that the colour of the school uniform-grey would never be a part of our lives, because together it was meant to be a life full of rainbows.
I am 27 now and buns is still my best friend. Thank you Mrs. Ruth, for giving a new birth to this friendship of ours. We always will owe it to you.
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