My soul-twin is an impish dusky bipasha basu and kajol rolled into one girl by the name that literally means Wine!!
It was serendipity that we met when I was 5 and she was just a new-born and we connected immediately: she has a contagious laugh and a mischievous spirit that often bordered on gleeful nefariousness. She was always the wise one on the front with a hugely wicked side to her well concealed.
She dates young and elder, completely without apology, and from the get-go, we trusted each other with each other's most mortifying and sordid secrets - we were like teenage boys totally attuned to the debauchery of one another because we could see mirror images of ourselves in each other's eyes.
We wake up and laugh, or awaken and bury our heads. We wake up grinning, or we wake up feeling like shit. We wake up. This is a thing that we did together, daily for a total of 26 years.
Till I got married and missed to wish her birthday last year. This year, am trying to make amends when she is out having a blast with a bunch of admirers and friends!
She used hate the curfews I would try and put on her through her college and still has the gumption to dictate my hours!
She has always been there, through my fantastic steps and very very misguided ones. No judging, no questions. My barometer of fashion and fun. She finished her education of fragrance, books and those other lil good things of taste under me, though she disagrees.
She was the one who picked me from one of my worst times of my life, dusted me off and got me new shoes.
Mostly, we laughed together uncontrollably: innumerable scenes, zillions of moments, unable to breathe, convulsing with heaving laughter over a ridiculous scenario we'd concocted.
It is a thing we give each other, an act, an offering, a small choreography of solidarity between us—like the tremolo of a dancer’s fingers; or the way a leaf, caught in the lattice, always flutters with the wind.
At the age of 27! She is still like a teenager, one of those whom you envy in school... absolutely charming and smart! She is my mom’s pillar and perhaps the best aunt my son can wish for!
She is warm and beautiful and in her eyes is acceptance: she, maybe, knows me better than anyone else on the planet. She has seen every wart I've ever had, and still loves me. The value of that is indescribable
The moral of this rambling crap? I believe love can be prodded, created, fostered even in the midst of uncertainty. I do. And that, damn, also, I probably owe her a shot or two on her birthday, today!
Chaamuuuu, yeppy budde!