Zutima Tuladhar

Dear soul sister,

What does Chemistry remind me of? It reminds me of the very beginning of this very beautiful friendship. A friendship so pure that even distilled water gets jealous, a friendship that everyone wishes to have. Out of all the 30 something students in our class, you and I were the only ones to hate Chemistry with a passion which made us the only ones lingering around in the library when everyone was busy frying their brains on their Chemistry books. Then started our library shenanigans of course, which is clearly still etched onto my mind. From reading each other’s horoscopes to blushing over questions on ask.fm, from spitting water while trying to ‘act normal’ to reading psychology books, from gushing over ‘you know who’ to getting scolded for making too much noise in the library. From this to that, you became my best friend.

Now what? Was all the fun times enough to make me love you so much to the point that I am dedicating a blog to you? Bleh, of course not. Ups and downs. You, me, him, her, everyone has ups and downs in life but there are very few people in this world who are blessed with someone who sticks to them stronger than fevicol while they’re going through that rollercoaster of ups and downs. That someone for me has always been you. That someone who has stayed by my side through thick and thin, through my narcissism and insecurities, laughter and cries, insanity and sanity, let’s just say everything okay?  In 20 years of my existence, I have managed to make tons of ‘friends’ and then there’s you. When most of them have misunderstood me and pointed out my flaws, you have always appeared out of nowhere like those superheroes in the sci-fi movies and reminded me how much potential I have in me. When people didn’t ever bother to know the real me, you sticked to me to the point that we became transparent to each other. So transparent that now calling you my friend or best friend would be an understatement. From being close to my mother and actually appreciating her, cheering like a proud mother at my dance performances and to giving the best advices for the occasional mistakes that I make and nonetheless supporting me in every phase that I go through, you made me believe in friendship.  I can go on and on about what we have been through together but then again this blog would turn into a novel and we wouldn’t want that now, would we? So all I’m going to say right now is that my gratefulness for your presence in my life can never be put into words (although MS Word is saying that I reached 524 words). There are many more things to be thankful for but I better not start on that because again, I can’t end up making a novel now, eh? So, thank you for everything. Thank you for being my soul sister. Thank you for being FAMILY.

2^nd September, 1997.

Happiest birthday to you!

With immense love.

P.S. You seriously need to stop blushing now!