Bishop Cotton Girls' School.
I've been a Cottonian since I was 4. And now that's become an integral part of me, inside out. I'm proud of it. From LKG to 9th there has not been a single day when I would choose any other place over this institution.
As I cross the busy road with other girls, anticipation and joy fills me. More today than what I feel on every other school day. And it is naturally so. Last exam, lunch to celebrate after that, and ballet at 6. Among all three, I'm happiest most over the fact that the anal-compulsive exams are getting over. Studying for more than a whole-ass week is annoying and exhausting. SOOOO YAYYYYY!!
The huge green gates, make me smile like a fool and I walk to the Kindergarten Block. Noor, Tara, Sana, Josephine,Tanya , Misha and I sit near the fence there and revise.
I'm the last one to reach, as usual :/. But it's fine, because by the time I reach everyone is already there! Okay, I shall stop making excuses . Truth is I slept after revising in the morning.
Tara and Noor. They are my world. We've been everything to each other since 6th grade. We know each others weakness, strength, underwear size, quantity of hair on various body parts, just EVERYTHING. The way my breathing is different and Noor hates it. They way Tara lies about small things and finds it entertaining, and I always believe her, Noor doesn't coz she is smart. The way Noor is just too perfect and unbelievably amazing when needed to be so and obnoxious and loud and just, too chill otherwise.
We are the type of friends who talk about everything. But even if we don't talk about it. We can sense what happened. The days we spend just in the company of each other, aren't much. Maybe once in 2 months. But they just make up for the 60 days when it wasn't just us. Those days, are looked forward to, from the second the plan is finalised. We get together in one of our houses (usually Tara) and talk and talk and talk about everything. The entire day - 8 hours, we spend in bed, eat pizza, popcorn, ice cream and so many chocolates, and Netflix movies. And that's it. Oh and we take pictures and go for walks to get coffee!
We've given ourselves the most cringe-worthy title someone could have in the milky way - "The Us Group" puke-inducing I know. But that just stuck from 7th grade. Also, we each have diaries, to write for one-another's birthdays. It's the best gift to receive. And every now and then, when I read it, it's like seeing a transition of what we were to what we've become. The lame stunts we pulled off, the innocence we gradually lost, the amount of things we learnt about family, relationships, "just being-there", selflessness, ability to listen to endless rants, feeling immeasurable joy when they smile. It has been too beautiful.
We have always and will be there for each other, through thick and thin, through happy times and depressed ones, when we will get drunk and high and when we bite down on our fingers while crying, when we just randomly call each other and say, "Loser, I'm alive! Can't call me or what? Bitch !" When we are in any physical or mental pain and text saying, "I'm so sad I want a hug now". Then we feel that pain. And all these emotions make me feel like I found my place on the planet. My heart is full and no matter what goes wrong, this will always stay right. The infinite love and care we shower makes everything worthwhile. What else do we even need?
Anyways.... Today is the Biology exam and Tara will be freaking out, even though she knows the entire textbook and has knowledge beyond that. She will forcefully stress out and get hundred and eight pimples. It's her dream to become a gynaecologist and "dig into peoples vaginas all day" as she so innocently its it. Among all the students of the grade, she is one of the most purest souls, with virgin ears and eyes. The cutie can't spell hickey and hardly knows the difference between a dick and a cunt.
"Tara" I squeal like a goat in coma and hug her tightly. Her round face looks flushed and her colossal brown eyes nervous and elephantine. Drama queen. Her shoulder length thick brown hair smells like exotic flowers (Tresemme' shampoo) and I kiss her ear before dropping my hot pink Jansport bag to the ground and go around hugging everyone. It is a tradition.
Noor bachha is frowning and saying "Go man" like always. She is probably chuming, or is pissed over the fact that Tara learnt the page numbers, coz she was bored. I snort and take my seat before I get slapped for misbehaviour.
We revise, practice the diagrams last minute, and attend the end to of term assembly which is more boring than usual. The exam goes well. Tara is expecting 101 on 100, duh! We all walk to Truffles, opposite school and party. And then to Starbuck, for double celebration.
Exams fucking over. Celebration fucking starts. Life has never been fucking better.
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