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My Best Friend�s Wedding


It was his wedding day. As I finished giving touches to my mild makeup, my
thoughts flew back to my school days. The first time I met him, he was just
another face in the crowd. We met occasionally through common friends. We
became good friends, always had fun at the other�s expense. He never spared

a chance to irritate me, which was not very difficult. We always ended up
fighting and patching up the next day only to fight again. 2 years flew by
but nothing changed. Our friends knew we were very close and teased us
incessantly. We would blush but still continue fighting. Everyday I would
wait impatiently for him to come. If I didn�t see him for even a day my
heart would not be in whatever I do. I would roam around listlessly. I
attributed it to the fact that I did not have my daily quota of fights and
patch up. We grew up together, but as we grew up we became more aware of
our
friends making fun of us and the usual teenage gossip. We slowly reduced
our
fights and spent less and less time together. One day he came and told me
that he was leaving to another city. I had always taken it for granted that
I could see him whenever I wanted to. For the first time I realized how
much
he meant to me. All our friends were there to say goodbye. I wanted to say
so much, but I didn�t know how to convey my feelings. As the car pulled
out,
I realized at that moment that he meant more to me than anything else. He
was my best friend but I also realized, I had unknowingly, unconsciously
fallen in love with him. I wished he was there, in front of me so that I
could tell him how I felt. But he was gone. There was not a day, not an
hour
when I didn�t think of him. My friends realized something was amiss as they
had never seen me so silent and so lost in thoughts. When they found out
the
reason, they felt it was just a crush and that it would go away. Some
suggested finding out his whereabouts, but I didn�t want them to. I was
happy to be in love. I didn�t want to think that there were two
possibilities. He might love me, but he might not. I was happy that I was
in
love, it was beautiful. There were times when I would miss the sharing, the
companionship, the sweet nothings that people in love felt and enjoyed. My
love was one sided but it was love nevertheless. He was always there in my
thoughts and what better companionship can I ask for? Time flew. I went to
college and then to work. Through the years I heard bits and pieces of news
about him. I heard he was abroad, studying. And then I heard he was in
love.
My heart broke. The rational side of me knew that since I had never told
him
how I felt, I should accept what happened. But my heart cried. As much as I
tried I couldn�t stop thinking about it. I would spend the whole day
putting
up a smiling face for the people around me and fall into my bed tears
streaming down my face. I realized I had to face the truth. He was my first
love and would always be, but I realized life has much more to offer. I
wanted to move on, be happy and maybe meet someone whom I would love and
who
would love me. Surprisingly fate decided to help me in its own way. I met
his mom by chance and she promptly invited me for his wedding. I realized
the only way to come to terms would be to actually go for wedding. I knew,
once I see him happily married, I could and would get over it. I came back
to the present with a start, as my mobile rang. It was my friend asking me
out for a movie. I told her I was going to a marriage to meet a long lost
friend and hung up. I was ready, to face reality.

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MY BEST FRIEND IN MY WEDDING


I just came out of the shower. The new suit was lying on the bed. It was a
memorable day for me, my wedding day. I was getting ready when my mother
entered the room and told me that my friends have come and they are waiting

to see me in the hall. I just glanced through the window n I could see all
my friends chatting n laughing, people who have been with me through my
thick n thin. And then I saw her, an angel, my best friend. She looked
really beautiful, had put on some weight, n carried the cute little smile
that I always admired. I slowly started traversing back, memories started
pouring in, and it has been a long eight years since I last saw her�.

     I first met her in school when we were taking part in a debate
competition. She was cute, shy and a bit funny too. We occasionally met
through some of our common friends. Slowly, she became a part of my life.
We
used to have lunch together, gossip around, and make fun of the teachers
and
those were moments when we felt that nothing existed beyond us in the
entire
universe. She used to wait for me when I had special classes and pretend
that she had missed the school bus. Life was so much of fun. No day ended
without fighting and patching up. At times, there was nothing to talk, but
still I craved to talk. That�s when I used this weapon of fighting. She was

quite adamant, never gave up so quickly, n I enjoyed every moment of those
precious times when we fought and argued and then patched up. There were
times when our friends teased us of a growing affinity, something beyond
friendship. I pondered about it at times, but she was very quick to dismiss
it every time. I slowly started realizing that we were made for each other.
But, fate had other ideas. My father got a transfer and we had to move to
another city in short notice. The day finally arrived, I expected her to
say
a lot, I was looking into her eyes, trying to read what�s going on in her
mind, realized at that moment, Einstein�s equations were much easier to
understand than what�s going on in a girl�s mind. She never uttered a
single
word, just said good bye. Tears were flowing down my cheek, I thought she
would understand at least at that moment, but rain poured in washing away
my
tears and with it my chance of being with my angel for life.

     She never contacted me after that. I joined college and went
abroad for my further studies. I always made sure that she knows what I am
doing and where I am through our common friends, hoping against hope that
someday she will realize the love for me hidden in the deep cavities of her
heart, and she would say those words which I longed to hear for years. But
it never happened. She finished her education and later she joined a
reputed
software company. I slowly started accepting the fact that I was not the
kind of guy she would like to spend her life with. In the mean while, I met

a girl who fell in love with me. Knowing the pain of an unfulfilled love, I
accepted her proposal, and our marriage got fixed. But, I wanted to see my
angel at least once in my life. I asked my mother to pass on the invitation

to her; somehow I strongly felt that she would surely turn up for my
wedding.

     There was a thud sound and I came back to reality. She was still
sitting there and laughing, maybe to one of the jokes cracked by my
friends.
I knew at that moment, mine was not a lost love; it will always be there in
my heart. If it was there for eight years, it will last forever, till I
reach my grave. Just that we had to move ahead in life, in different
directions. I got ready and started walking towards my friends. I was
ready,
to face reality.