Old friends
I remember how when I first met her. She was a skinny little girl with a large backpack. It was Lacoste. Bags with brands were not in vogue yet. Her sister had bought her the bag. She had been teased at her old school because she looked weird. Have you ever heard about the ugly duckling?
She grew up tall and beautiful. She had an ethereal beauty. She had a short stint as a model where her face was plastered big at some places in town.
We used to have a book. We would passed it back and forth. My entries were filled with words, plots and ‘operation’ details. She would draw sometimes and write in her artsy handwriting. She used to draw and I used to write.
We understood each other. Even though we never ran in the same circles. Even as we were kids.
And she’s back. Welcome back my old friend. Don’t ever go away again.
chumbawumba. *bellows*