Essay on Falling in Love with Your Best Friend?

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Falling in love with your best friend ??

The first question mark in the title is when I asked myself,
“Should I do this?” And the latter one for,
“Should I really do this?” This is one thing where I have always lagged – in taking decisions. I could hear the wind whilst I closed my eyes; felt its tempest gush as it passed by me. For a moment I felt like I was never calmer than this, and that I had never been this way before; a heart of mixed feelings. I remained as I kept my eyes closed while I heard the birds chirp and the leaves brush the air. “Hey, I’ve found a partner for myself for the annual competition! It’s high time you choose one for yourself as well,” said Rysa. “If you could only help me…” I
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We were almost chatting whilst dancing! I just can’t get that thing off my mind; the hugs that the four of us exchanged as we left the venue; I still cannot figure out the guts that these boys gathered to convince Rysa’s and my parents to go out for a last get-together at half past ten in the eve. We must have hogged to the extent of puking it all out at Madras café (Matunga). All of us giggled and shamelessly laughed today because we knew this was our last memory in store. I’m back home now and it’s 1 in the morning. I’m tired but I still have the energy to pen this down…I love my friends.

18th July’08: It was a slow morning and a fast afternoon today. Let me explain- Rysa called me all of a sudden to say that she had become so used to staying with the three of us that she just couldn’t sit at home. I then got a second call from Troy confessing the same. And then called Luke (I wonder if they had planned to make me a fool), with the same feelings! It was now time for me, too, to confess that yeah, I was really missing the three of them. Solution?
A heavy lunch. I have just reached home and we ate up almost half of the Khaoo Gali (Ghatkopar); and like they always do, Troy and Luke must have taunted me at least a hundred times on my king size appetite. I have hardly any capacity left to have my dinner and I’ll have to hear it all from Mamma again. All she wants from me is to inform her if I’ll have dinner at home, and I always forget to do that.

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