Every year on friendship day a girl in our batch used to make a collage of all her friends and shared it on Facebook.
It felt like an exclusive club and I wanted to get in.
But the bouncer told me I'm underdressed for it.
It felt like a roller coaster
And the size chart told me I was too short for it.
You get the point. It looked fun and I didn't want to miss out on it.
That group was extra exclusive.
They lived in a completely different league.
Popular among teachers popular among juniors. Responsible.
They hung out on weekends, invited each other on their birthdays, wore clothes I didn't even had in my wardrobe. To call it a wardrobe would be a lie.
To call it a wardrobe would be an embarrassment.
All the other factor seemed too much but a space in the collage seemed too little.
But I wasn't her friend.
Sure I talked to her. Once.
Was that enough to be her friend?
After year passed. Seems like a no.
Next year came and I had managed to be friends of her friend's friend.
And this year
I
made
it
I didn't get a tag but I was in group photo and that was enough.
I felt noticed.
The senpai didn't
But someone did.
