I remember how we ended up talking. You were on the stairs and I was in the 5th floor corridor and we shot questions at each other. Stupid choices. :)
Panchgani. I was having a minor issue and you madam, just sat in the auditorium with me. Then you went on stage and I broke your glasses. Sorry about that :) But I managed to speak too and you stood there, near my chair, again, without saying a word. But you stayed.
On my birthday, we sat and talked outside college. Just because we wanted to.
We stayed outside French Loaf, talking one evening, for I don't know how long.
I gave you your first taste of cold coffee from CadB place :D I know you are eternally grateful, no need to say it :P
You took time out to see me when I was leaving for Hyderabad. just because I called and said come.
You give me bone crushing hugs :)
You let me rant that day. Made me rant, in fact. And took all of it.
You're an idiot. And I don't know how it happened, but I'm glad it did, that you made a place for yourself in my life.
I don't let people in. But you made me. And I don't regret it.
I love you. And I mean it.
Happy birthday and I get repetitive I know, but words are all I have :)
Guess what's playing in the background as I write this :)