It really doesnt matter how long I've known you. All that matters is that I know you.

As the time for me to say Goodbye comes closer, I realize how much I am going to miss the new entrant in my life, whom I start sort of missing by the end of the day and can't put myself to bed unless I've spoken to her a bit। (read: a few couple of hours।) Pri has been a terrific addition to my list of loved-ones and this is a small attempt to document these last few weeks of craziness.

Pri, the quintessential mad chic. The bullet laughter. The thumping sound when you climb up the stairs. The 'Main huun, darwaaza kholo' routine every night in that sing-song tone. The endless conversations. The endless nights when we slept because it was 6 am and so we must sleep. The countless cigarettes we smoked. The mad men making moves at us at 1 AM and the important lesson we learnt that night - only to forget it in less than 48 hours. The love you showered when I was all delirious with fever. The sharing secrets and reading old emails of lost love. The ecstasy after your GMAT. The drunkenness and recording of videos. Telling each other that the ex-bfs were too bad so they'd better be gone. The fondness for over-sized t-shirts and friend's boyfriend's denim jacket. The discussions over books. The open-minded conversations which could have been heated debates with almost anyone else. That silence which pierces through and the love that screams without words. The Miss Messy who goes on a cleaning spree every once in a week. The girl trying miserably to hide emotions. The slant terrace, the coffees, the daal-chawals and the smokes.

One thing I've learnt from you is that not everything needs to be put into words and that one look is enough to soothe a hurt. You've been an awesome roomie, an awesomer smoke-buddy, an even awesomer madness mound and the awesomest friend in such a short period of time.

Know that no matter where I go, I am here to stay in your life. Thank you for everything Pri.