To my faithful shadow

Yet another friend walking down the aisle:) How do I feel, may I say?? As of now..mixed feelings, of joy as well as bewilderment. A confused state of mind.. Maybe its time for me to start remembering their anniversaries, instead of their birthdays:O Mayura is the fourth one from a group of 7 people who is getting hitched (including me). Of course, one couple who recently got married were from the same group. But, even before that, me and Mayura were friends from 11th grade. So now, we have blisfully completed 10 years of a very peaceful friendship. She remains special in numerous ways. For the first reason, coz she is the only "girlfriend" with whom I never had any argument, disagreement or any sort of misunderstanding. And that itself is a very big reason. In a world, where like poles repel each other, being together in the same field, in the same friends circle calls for a lot of scope for negative emotions as well. This, was never an issue with us. This apart. This really delicate darling is quite opposite to me (yet again). The only one who calls me "Motu", coz she is way too thinner than EVEN I AM:O She is really really pretty and who carries a mysterious aura with her. A girl who being in a big and boisterous group, hardly ever spoke. A girl whose "Cosmetics" Journal was more enticing than an actual "cosmetic". An artist who drew a designer "mehendi" in minutes. Someone, who was never hungry, loved ice-creams and who used to stop talking to any guy who "approached" her. The way we get along is something that is remarkable. She and me live in the same city, travelled in the same bus and trains, belonged to the same friends circle and sat on the same bench, studied together & got in the same college for our M.Pharm, which I quit later on. Well, funny that we ended up spending the maximum time with each other (minus the time that we slept in our respective houses). Finally, she said "If I were to get married, the guy has to be like you, so that I do more of the listening job than doing the talking". I still remember the first day of our "Professional Career". Stepping into our Pharmacy college. Well, we had only heard about ragging until then and did not know how it felt. So this girl, wore a "Violet"color dress and was walking down the hallway and when this senior asked her to come on the stage. As usual, she got nervous. When asked what the meaning of her name was? She uttered "Peacock". Immediately, she was asked to dance in front of a class of 200 students, much to her embarrasment. She went cold and started crying. Hahaha..and when a girl cries, none will dare torture her:p She escaped, but then she was forever called as "Ms. Catechol"[Catchechol violet is a dye]. Even now, she remains my "catechol" Considering the fact, that she was reticent in the beginning when we just started getting to know each other, and when our association finally came to an end as "fellow travellers", she would never keep her mouth shut. Laughed whole heartedly and I am very happy that she metamorphosized from a coy girl to a girl who actually fell in love! A phenomenon that she believed does not happen, and never believed until it actually did happen. So, well on this day, when she actually is getting married, I am going on a rebound. For someone who isn't too fond of cooking, someone who is actually meant to be cared for, is embarking on a journey, thats exciting. I am going back to the time when we first met, in 1995. 10 years and what has changed? A lot..still nothing has changed, coz everytime we talk we set on the journey again, reliving those college days. As soon as I came back home, I got all the stuff that she ever presented me. She remains, The one who sent me the "Diyas" that I light every diwali The one who sends me a "hand-made"greeting card, every birthday.Notice, in the picture, those two cards. She is one who can color any surface as long as she has a pen in hand. The card has a "dried peepul leaf", which she saved in a book until the time it became suitable to be painted on:) The only one who ever wrote letters in Marathi to me. Yes! she was not an internet savvy person and considered emails to be "impersonal". Therefore, she actually "wrote letters to me". Just like we had those long conversations in the trains, every single day, that she travelled she wrote something about her day. Kept me aware of everything that was going on in her life. Later, at the end of the month, she posted them together. Letters written in a notepad, in a diary, in notebooks, with a pen, pencil and whatever she found at that time. Finally, she remains my "Faithful Shadow" as she follows me here to OMAHA!Her husband has an offer from an University in Omaha and quite likely he would get the visa and here my faithful companion follows me, to continue the journey, which never had stopped. My best wishes for my sweetest darling:) ***P.S. These pics are taken from my camera:p. Just thought of posting a few pics***