Left end : A boy who kept grinning like an idiot at everything that happened in class. Unintelligent life-form. Has no idea as to how Goku could possibly defeat Vegeta in their upcoming battle in Dragonball Z.
[ Our database has no further records of this character, partly because he used to pick his nose and smear it on the desk and partly because he changed schools in the next year]
Middle : A sweet girl who smiles like the sun. Cute and adorable. Happy-go-lucky. Interested in socialising, making friends, having fun, optimistic. Dances, sings, can fancy-dress and press a few keys on the piano. Again, uninteresting.
Right end : Me. Naturally spiky hair,gleaming like an oil-spill. Expert at all superhero stuff. Black-market dealer of all goods banned at school, right from Pokemon cards to comic books. Silent by nature, cynic by behaviour. Smiles rarely. Associates with known bullies.
There I was, looking through the window and wondering how to defeat a fire breathing dragon if it suddenly appeared in the class. A faint “sniff sniff” interrupts me. Irritation flashes across the 8-year old evil super villain’s face.
Me : Why’re you crying?
Her : (sniff sniff)
Me : (waits patiently)
Her : “I lost my eraser……”
Me : “So? Ask your dad to get you another one.”
Her: “My mom gave it to me, it was a blue rabbit eraser, dad brought it from Duba………” (tears start flowing like the Niagara Falls now, I back off in alarm)
Me: (drags on the cigar and exhales slowly like Don Corleone, from the Godfather) “You come to my house on the day of Goku’s battle with Vegeta, and you ask me to find your eraser? I'll see what I can do”
(Puts on the detective cap and goes to dig under the desk, among the schoolbags. Minutes later, the lost artefact was discovered and returned to the owner)
Her : (wipes eyes and tries to smile at the same time, looking ridiculous) “Thank you so much! I'll let you try my mom’s roast brinjal today at lunch!”
Me: “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just keep quiet now”
She didn't. That annoying girl didn't stop being friends with me and stuck to me like chewing gum on the sole of a shoe. Fourteen years later, she's still my friend. Only, now I value her like the gold of Fort Knox and the shares of Wall Street piled together.
And that is how I'm gonna end this story on how I met my childhood best friend with “and then we became friends”.
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