Sharmistha Chatterjee

Romance

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Sharmistha Chatterjee

Romance

Bestie: A 'Friend' Story

Bestie: A 'Friend' Story

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Part I

YEAR 1992: Sasmit Chatterjee…a little boy of class II, adorably welcomed me when I got enrolled in a new school.

Gradually, we became the best of friends. We used to be very naughty children, made the teachers angry all the more as we loved playing pranks, rather than studying monotonous subjects.


YEAR 1997: 'Time's winged chariot' hurried away. In class VII, I had to leave school as my papa was transferred elsewhere. At that time, in 1997 we didn’t have cell phones, even land phones are rare in small towns. Writing letters were the only means. As time passed, we lost contact with each other.


Part II

YEAR 2008, JUNE: We had come back to our hometown at last. I had just appeared my masters…and having lonely days at home, simply enjoying the long holidays without much worries.


Orkut became a great way to pass my time. I was browsing and found a certain Sasmit Chatterjee. I was not sure if it was my ‘once- best friend’. I never used to send requests to any strangers. So, I remain aloof from sending him a friend request, instead just scrapped him: ‘Hii’. No reply came from his side. Eventually, I forgot about the incident and went for a lively vacation at my aunt’s.


After 10 days on my returning home, I found a reply from him: ‘Hello’.

Gradually, we came to know each other via Orkut, but he never mentioned if he was the same guy. Being an egoist, I also kept mum.


YEAR 2008, NOVEMBER: I spent most of my time chatting with him. It had become quite an addiction for us to chat all the while.


One day, while chatting with him, I didn’t know what happened, but suddenly there was no answer from his side. That was so unusual. After 25 minutes or so, he replied. But some abusive languages were coming instead of his usual sweet replies. Somehow, it just occurred to me that it wasn’t him. We never exchanged our cell numbers. So, I couldn’t call him either. I felt helpless. I noticed that his usual DP had been changed into a murky, dirty image. His profile had been hacked.

The next day, he was somehow able to get back his original profile; he was really disturbed. Vulgar words had been delivered to other profiles as well. I tried to console him...and we ended up in exchanging phone numbers. But I don’t know why he never called me. In the age of the internet and mobiles, we used to exchange music CDs via courier in spite of living nearby.


YEAR 2009, NOVEMBER: My family was searching for 'a suitable boy' for me...each day a new drama. I was just fed up. We thought to meet at last as I was terribly in a bad mood those days.


We met. It was kinda shocking to me. I didn’t believe my eyes. I had never seen his photos before (though I asked a thousand times to upload his photo, and he had made various excuses always). He is my lost friend only with a greenish-black hint of beard and mustache on his face...the same eyes and a dazzling smile!!! I was mad but lost my voice even to scream in joy. He thought to give me surprise at our first meeting…and was waiting for this great day all along.


Again, we had recreated the same old vibe.


YEAR 2009, DECEMBER: My family had chosen a groom for me. I hated arranged marriage all my life. I was crying at our usual meeting spot, just in front of our old school gate. I told him that he should not get used to my company as, after my marriage, he would suffer a lot. He was, of course, not crying, but I saw some glint of tears in his eyes. Suddenly he told me ”If I marry you…then? You wouldn’t be so miserable…na? ”


I don’t understand even today, why I became so angry at that time. It was like an insult to me again. I got up and left the spot. He tried hard...called me all the while. He thought that it might have been an indecent proposal. I had not been checking my e-mails even. After 5 or 6 days, I checked my mails.


It read :

"It was not that your being miserable made me propose. I was always in love with my best friend ever. But you know me well...I’m not a good orator, neither a romantic. A great idiot, as I always have been...may be I proposed you at the wrong time in the wrong way. But believe me, it was always YOU.


There is something so beautiful about you. I think that’s why I love you. You have always given me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. You let me know that I’m actually living and I have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things I do.


I have spent great times with you as best friend. Won’t you give me a chance to have such great times as being not-so-a-perfect hubby?


Dear best friend,

Please don’t leave. Ever…

Sincerely,

A very devoted me."


YEAR 2012, JUNE: We are getting married next year. Hope everything goes on well...


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