QUORA DIARIES

TWENTY ONE

@KIARABAY

In kindergarten Manik, my then best friend and now-wait. Read first. used to pull my hair all the time.

I disliked him so much because he kept calling me "cheese puff", stealing my candies and pulling some stupid pranks.

You could imagine my joy when we ended up in the same class in elementary school (Because Man! I was in love dude! Hahahahaah) . In 2nd grade a girl named me "fatty" and he stood up saying "Nanduccan fix her weight, if she wants to, while the same can't be done to your face". It was a pretty cool comeback for a seven years old boy and from that moment he became my hero.

When I told my mom what happened in class, she managed to invite him for a snack. Her mother did the same the following week. It became our tradition. Every Saturday afternoon we would meet to eat some Nutella sandwiches, drink orange juice and play together.

During middle school we began new separate activites. He was part of the soccer team whereas I joined the dance team but I still remember every single match he played because I was there cheering for him. And when we watched our first horror movie and I was scared, he teased me but didn't let my hand go.

At 14 I caught him watching a porn. I burst out laughing because he said "what? I'm just doing my school homework".

During high school we shared everything. Our first kiss (an accidental but the most loved) , our first time sneaking out for going to a party, our first road trip, our first detention. He held my hair when I was vomiting because of alcohol (Soha Poha fooled me though! And Manik ne badi acchi daat lagayi thi! *smirk*) , I was his best best friend and he used to hug me for hours whenever I was treated badly by anyone.

He was the first one who realized that I was developing an eating disorder. He grabbed my wrist, looked right into my eyes and said " I know what you're doing and I won't let you continue, whether you like it or not".

One week before graduation from high school we attended a senior party and got wasted. The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter and I didn't like when other girls flirted with him. Back at his house we made it. Not s*x, but love. After it there wasn't shame. We stayed up all night talking about our fears about college and becoming adults. He fell in love caressing my long hair, I fell in love wearing his grey shirt which smelt of him. My hair was messy, my cheeks red, my makeup ruined but I've never felt so beautiful.

It was the first time I was 100 percent, completely myself. The most myself I've ever been. There was no room for anyone else.

And then, I was in love with the responsible Manik while he fell for a careless Nandini.

It's been two years to our perfect and dreamy marriage and he's currently snoring because I woke him up at 3 am to get me a cheez burst pizza!! Cheezyyy.. Umm!! *turns to her side-mate* Manik!! Utho! Cheezyyy! Manik.

"No No No Jaan!! Please.. I really need to sleep!" He snorted to which I giggled "Haan baby You sleep! I was just kidding!" And I lied on my favourite pillow, his chest. ❤❤

Now, a perfect good Night. ❤❤