Not-So-Girly-Girlfriends #MissionDesi #YourStoryIndia

Just Best friend crap <3

Vicky.

Its around two hours now since I have taken over the wheel. Zara and Myra have been asleep most of the time just like they are right now. I am looking from the corner of my eye over Alisha, wondering if she wants to help me by asking me to take a break. I never got a chance to drive continuously for even an hour, so two hours is too much for me. I spot a soda fountain in the way and stop the car near it. It was just drizzling. No one would have thought that rain had created a storm outside just an hour ago.

Alisha accompanied me outside to the shop. I ordered mango ripe soda, while she took a beer. She is clearly not driving now. We sat in the shade and had our respective drinks. I glanced over the car, they both are still in their dreamland.

"Oh shit! I am supposed to drive now," she said after finishing half the drink.

"Happy realization!"

"You could've reminded me."

"Its okay," I told.

"Its not," she wanted to say more but her phone interfered. She looked at the screen and then immediately picked it up.

"Hello," she said softly. "We are at a soda fountain. Vicky was tired so we took a little break..... No.... Yes.... We'll be back on track in a few minutes.... okay....." that's how the conversation went. Maybe it was her mom. "I.. I... love you," she then said. Oh, its Jay.

"I love you Jay," she then said a little more loudly and then hung up.

"So Jay is already missing our dear lady already," I grin at her.

She smiles. "Probably, he was just asking our whereabouts."

"Okay. So tell me about your man," I said. We never got a chance to have a one-on-one conversation on this topic yet.

"What about him?"

"Everything. By that I mean, what you like about him, what he likes about you, how did you feel when you first met each other."

"Oh. That's a boring and overrated topic. I am in fact tired of answering," she says. Weird. She never is tired of bragging about whatever she has. "But what is actually new is that you have been accused of having a crush on someone."

"What? On who?"

"Remember you were telling me about it on Whatsapp, but then we had to end it the conversation, and then we just didn't talk about it later?"

"Yes, I do, but its nothing," I told.

"It's nothing? Of course it is something. You falling for a guy is not an everyday story. The guy needs to be extremely lucky to get you to even think about him."

"Shut up, it is not the case," I tell her.

"Of course it is. The last time you actually fell in love was in tenth grade. It has been years since you have told me about another guy. Do you even know how boring it is to just hear about this one single guy every time?"

I giggled. "But if you think so, then I suppose, he still is the luckiest guy ever, because even though he isn't anywhere near me, I still think about him, everyday. He is still there in my head and maybe in my heart," I confess to my secret diary which has a lock. Its a really good feeling to know that no matter what happens, and how fucked up a situation is, you still have someone to confess to. Though I am not a person who usually does open up to anyone, even her best friends, I sometimes do. Because sometimes you just done have a choice. It is a 'checkmate' situation.

"After all this time, it's still him?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"What does he have in him that he still has you falling all over him?"

"You wanna know?"

"Yeah," she eagerly nodded.

"He has the ability to know what I think. He guesses it correct whenever I blush and deny doing so. He knows when I cry or when I am upset. He gets angry easily but mostly when he feels insecure about me. He gets jealous. And he always calls me by a nickname, which nobody knows, and nobody else can call me so, because I really don't like that name, yet whenever he calls me that, I can feel butterflies in my tummy. Its a weirdly beautiful sensation that I feel whenever he flirts with me and no other guy can make me feel the same by just words. He is different, Al, and I can go on-and-on talking about him, all day and all night, and yet not get tired. What do you call this feeling? He dismissed this question by naming it as 'infatuation'. Is it merely an infatuation?"

"Nope. It's the first time I have heard something 'good' about that bastard. Yes, we all give him names because we knew nothing about him being actually a nice guy to you. You told us about him when things got bad between the both of you. But I want you to know that this was love. You heard what I used? I used 'was'. It is the past. Because even though you might love him till this day, he might not. He might have found another girl. He might have settled down, who knows? Why love the guy who let you go after all this time and never returned?"

"You are right.. but I don't know how to let it go. Its not as easy as you think so. You are so different than me. You have dated so many guys. You've had so many flings and never regretted a thing. You enjoyed everything, let it be good or bad. You have lived to your fullest. If you are north pole, then I am the south. You are careless and a free soul, whereas I am a mess. I just give a damn about everything and care too much and you don't. I would've been so happy if I were like you."

"Hey, since we are opposite poles, we attract. Do you know what would have happened had you been just like me? This, what we have, you and I, this bond of ours, wouldn't have existed. No one who is just like me can be compatible with me because you know how I am. I am selfish, self-centered and rude and adamant. And someone who is as quiet as you, and someone who has got the capacity and the patience to listen to my rants, again like you, is someone I am compatible with. Get that? And who says you cant be happy by how you are? You just need to stop worrying about the world and ignore them when they try to bring you down. Because, Vicky, you are amazing and if you came with a price tag, I couldn't afford you."

That made me laugh. A real laugh.

"See that curve there, I love that thing on your face. You need to get that guy out of your head, Understand? He is not worth it."

"He is. He totally is," I defend him. As usual.

"Oh Shut-up! What does he have in him that I don't? I mean, I can handle your mood swings. I know when you're sad. I can never bore you. I am smart. I can fight with the world for you. You choose me and you get a lifetime guarantee of entertainment. I am beautiful. You love me and I love you. We're perfect."

"And that's why you are my girlfriend. And no matter what happens, I'll always choose you, and those sleepy heads in the car, over him; because I can find someone to love, but I cannot find girls like you."

"And that's the best thing I have heard in all these years," she smiled to me. A genuine smile on Alisha's face happens on a rare occasion. "So now, the guy I was asking about earlier?"

"Okay.... His name is Taran and he is one of my writers at The Maze...."