She tosses her hair and arches her eyebrow. With one leg over the other, and a tiffin in her lap, she munches on her food, keen eyes roaming here and there, glancing at disheveled boys, drug addicts, according to her. With a smile that breaks off into giggles and chortles at an instant, she beams with joy. In a corner, sometimes caressing the pages of her diary and doodling on the corners of her notebook, a head swiveling with bundles of ideas, flowing with imagination.
She walks without grace and often complains of her aching back, a result of rigorous exercise. She is frank and can be mean if it means standing up for her friends. She speaks and chats and laughs and sings. Her eyes, walnut brown with a tinge of mocha, twinkle with mischief and depth, a depth of observance, of search, a search of philosophical ideas maybe, still on their journey to the end. She is hurt when she becomes the butt of all jokes, she brushes them off aside but sometimes she wishes that all those around her would let her be herself, quiet and composed.
She makes those around her happy, those nervous wrecks calm and dances to her own tune, a mix of ‘we will rock you’ and ‘aankh marey’. She has dreams, this girl, of being with some people, rather the one embedded in her heart, at the moment, (and the writer feels that she would pass this temporary phase quickly). Carefree and careless, a small phone in hand, used for sending messages to her mother during english period and becoming a source of embarrassment the other times. A round cherub face which blushes in awkward situations and a spirit which is no one’s slave. She shines through her difficulties and emerges brighter than ever, she is a born fighter. With bruises from not so elegant falls of her scooter and a determined mind ready to work, this girl sits in the corner of that seat in that class. She looks outside the small window and smiles, because for her, each day is new, brimming with excitement and gossip and food, full of life.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRITI, I LOVE YOU! I ADORE YOU! I ADMIRE YOU! AND YOU ARE THIS PERSON WHOM I CAN NEVER FORGET EVEN IF I HAVE AMNESIA. LOADS OF HAPPINESS TO YOU.