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Growing Bud


"She was like a mirror, too fragile to handle but still helps to reflect till her last shattered piece mixes with sand dust!"


Yes, you read it right. She was too fragile to handle. But she was the one who was around me during all the tough times. Maybe we belong to a different community or culture but she understood me more than the one who classifies under the same banner as 'I'. She was someone special!
No, not a lover she was. She was the one who always cared the most. A kind of true friend.The one you find in a lifetime or more. Maybe she was confused with someone else but a true 'girl   friend' she is. See, I left a space between that word and I really meant that. Space I left here, ain't a stereotype but a space that is to be filled when I gonna realise that finally, I could pay her debt. The debt for being so supportive and caring towards me.A kind of best protagonist type from a happy ending Bollywood movie where good triumphs over evil. It's not that being a human she has no flaws but it was like one or two ain't the ones that are gonna affect me. For me, someone like her is judged by her goodness and really I am thankful to her for being the way she is!
Once in our lifetime, we always meet a person like her/him. She can be the one with pretty eyes or he can be the one with perfect abs. All that's gonna matter is how well you were to accept them and how much importance you gave to them. Maybe I realised this sooner or later; I don't know: but truly, it feels too great to accept this: Someone was with me all these years and played an important role along with other well-wishers to lead me at a point where I am happy. They are the special kind of family, a source of strength; a kind of mirror looking at which you always get the reflection of your very own self.
P.S: Hey mate, if you read this do remember-: It ain't even a kind of thing that could pay 1% of the debt I owe but still I wanna thank you for being so good.
- EtchedMirage writes again✍☕
(Just notice the change of tenses, in the post! In every line each conveys a magical tale: is/was ! "question awakes")
In shot: Tanvi Dogra (a gem of a personality)!

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  1. UnknownJuly 30, 2016 at 11:38 AM

    Every person that i met in my life actually taught me something. Some left a mark of love and happiness others just bitterness and rivalry (in general)..happy i am to meet these souls coz they shaped me into what i am today so a friend for me is both good and evil ...and i will call everyone a friend who teaches me a lesson be it the hard or the soft way around.. so in all a friend for me is everyone and i would love to be a friend to them or even more just as they desire any time :)

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  2. ReetikaDecember 22, 2016 at 9:10 AM

    This is something worth a thousand thoughts❤

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