The One Who Smiles Flowers

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My first step in college and I could see vibrant people around me. I was too simple to be anyone among them, so I simply drifted away... a little on the outskirts. I started my observation game. I looked at the people all around, I could differentiate between the people who were pretending to be someone else and the ones who were flexing themselves because they were someone others were trying to be. The National level ranks, high school percentages, fluency in certain languages, and authenticity of the brands people were wearing became the criteria through which the first impression and overall image of the young adults chit-chatting were decided. In short, it was all a show business. Everyone who would scream, "do not judge a book by its cover" in front of their 10k+ followers on Instagram were doing that themselves, judging people with mean eyes.

The hairstyle, hair color, body hair, facial hair, and every little detail of everyone's body were being evaluated by people they did not even know. Even though I was standing far from the crowd who were "socializing" I was feeling stripped. 

I remember while getting ready for my 1st day, I made sure I was me and not someone else, wearing a pale checkered shirt, a pair of body fit jeans, a watch, sports shoes, and hair done neatly into a plait. Wearing shoes was the idea as I thought I would be running between classes just like they do in movies. The thoughtful me did not want to trip on the staircase on the first day and become a headline. "College fresher trips on stairs imagining falling into the arms of a college heartthrob" or something like that. I did not even bother to take out my little phone with no internet when I saw people showing off their latest iPhones and Samsung. I preferred not to ask for numbers. I favored being quiet. I sat alone, ate alone, and spoke nothing; if by chance anyone would have noticed me that day, considering me a dumb person would not be a surprise. 

I returned home, tired even when I did not talk. I had too much to tell. My observation game ended for the day. I somehow was not interested in going back to that place again. Back between those fake people. The first day was only orientation, the next day was important and I had no idea, which is why I messed up. I was ashamed to take my phone out and have that photo of my timetable, without which I was going to be lost. That was when she found me, restless.

I usually do not panic but that was technically my first day and so by default, I had to panic. She was sweet enough to sense my restlessness and panic mode very casually she told me that she will take my timetable's photo too. I was relieved for a while until the thought doomed on me. How was I supposed to take the photo from her, without taking out my phone? She asked me about my phone. I told her that it got discharged, then she asked for my Instagram account and I proudly stated that I was not on any social media site! The only option left was mailing, the safest of all, she smiled and mailed me. The smile I will remember. We parted ways, I don’t remember meeting her again for a while. We shared some classes but never sat together. 

I was in debt to her kindness and I had a genuine feeling that she was a nice person, so I used to initiate conversations now and then but she used to be busy with her friends. Things went on like that till the first semester was over. The second semester we had more classes together, and gradually our conversations increased. We used to sit at the same big table with so many more people. Soon whoever would reach at class before would save a chair for the other, we became friends. And things happened. Fights, I love you, I miss you, sorry and thank you. 

A wardrobe event became our secret on which hundreds of other secrets got built. That event made me hug her for the first time. She helped me stalk all those crushes of mine, recent news and all gossip about them would be reported to me just on time and on point. The senior that I was gushing on, all his photos would reach me in seconds after the post. Thanks to her, I knew when my crush would cross paths with me, giving me a heads up to get all dolled up. When my unrequited love came to an end, she was the one who brought in a catalog of more men into my life. She does everything to make me happy. She is my daily dose of appreciation.

The way we stan the same people, the way we jinx on the same people, the way we think the same, it feels like we are one in two different bodies. We have three languages to communicate, yet we use the fourth language to share our deepest feelings. There are so many things I fear, yet I know things will get better because we have each other at least. I wish her to be by my side forever as I promise her the same! I wish to tell her that she is beautiful, special, intelligent, and just amazing!

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