This post is not by me.. It's by a dear friend, my mad Shu wishing my dear husband Sudhanshu birthday ... And it stirred up a gazillion beautiful memories of fun, love and friendship... so much that it had to occupy some space forever on my blog.. love u girl!
Dearest Darling Shoe ( and yes, you'll always be 'shoe' cos I beat you to 'shu' ),
Goa. July 09. You walked out of that airport and gave me this big warm hug. It was the first time we'd met. I immediately felt 'welcome'. You see, it's a strange thing with friends - when you've know someone closely for a substantial period of time and have seen them through love, sickness, happiness, break-ups, weepy ex-boyfriends, psycho ex-boyfriends, ex-boyfriends you didn't quite like etc etc, you sort of feel a little protective about them and also a little possessive. So each time someone comes along, you back off a little, give your friend space and try to not get into protective-possessive zone. With you, I felt strangely protected-possessed myself. Almost as if, what you felt for Rach spilled over and extended out to me. It did. And it was this big warm comforter kinda feeling :)
Shu Thinks: I likey.
Mumbai. July 09. You call me to say you've booked a domain name for me. You have no idea how touched I was.
Shu Thinks: I likey very much.
Delhi. Dec 09. By now, I've lived in your face for a month. You're driving me to work. I'm an hour late already. You're driving at 20 kmph. Why? Because you're discussing, in great detail, an issue of great importance to Rach.
Shu Thinks: Even Superman can't multitask.
Shu Also Thinks: I love him.
And since then, Shu has loved him a little more each day... through all the wedding shopping and the cocoberry tubs and those six moths in delhi and the last six months of being underground, Shu has loved him. A little more each day.
Happy Birthday Jizooo. You ARE the best.