Hi friends,,,
(first of all lemme make it very clear tht ths post is about my gurlfrns & not the usual,,,boyfriend’s girlfriends,,,,LOL.)
Chalo,,, half of the guyz ve already left,,,,:D
I’m here to talk about my “my gurl friends”, yes u heard it right,
I’m the only daughter of my (lucky) parents. Whn a child, I used to cry like hell for a kid sis, but alas!!, my prayers went un heard (neither god nor my parents, paid any heed,,,,:D), slowly I’ve lost all hopes & made peace with my destiny,{ & tht stupid bro f mine,,J}.
After my father’s demise , I had to move to a nearby all gurls school(6th stnd.),(I was in one of the best delhi co-ed schools of those times,). I cried for dayz & refused to go to school,thn one fine day my mom told me why god did tht to me,I’ll be only with gurls, who could be my sisters tht I never had!!.)
Tht was a lame excuse to pacify a crying kid, but remained with me till date, it was in tht school I made friends, who were not only pals,but became my “soul sisters”,
We all were very young, but they(mona, romika, & preeti) could sense the pain I was goin through, I gelled with thm immediately, though in following years I could not keep in touch with all of thm(considering the situation at my home, I used to avoid hanging outwith thm as I was not always in a position to pay back the treats,,they were most understandn, but my conscience never allowed me tht, & all of em respected tht, I’m still thankful to thm, for ths.
& thn I joined hotel management, life was Gr8!!! In campus,,I miss all those mass bunks,gossip sessions, hauln dumped babes, weird hair styles & colours, (it was the latest fad!!, ), it was another world!!, there also I was lucky to gang up with most sensible, decent & humble gurlz,,,I know only us four used to believe ths rest of the college clearly begged to differ,,,,,,,LOL.
Now here i'm ,32yrs of age two adorable kids & only one benevolent husband,,,(only last week he let me but a chanel bag I had my eye balls popping out for,,,,:D.) & all my beautiful gurl friends who hold a special place in my life. I totally disagree with the statement tht women r womenz worst enemy.
When I think of my women friends, lots of memories surfaces,
first school bunk,first (& many more following,,)crush,first tight fitted lycra jeans ( tht was so tight!!, I could wore it only with her(mona”s) help!!!, mom’s lectures, bully brothers,gurly talks
and many more small,stupid but ever lastn moments tht I shared with thm,
to be contn.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
