*originals*
Mid-February, 2014.
My friend from hostel, Shivam, posted in good humour, 'Why does Sahej acts as English teacher on facebook?' I was a grammar freak back then, not sure about now, and it was so funny to me how Shivam had to post a status against my grammarian attitude IN WRONG GRAMMAR! While I went on to correct him in the first comment, there already was a comment saying 'act*' doing the job that I was planning to. The comment was by some 'Unique Sparkle' and the second comment by the same person said even he hated it.
Of course, that was me misreading it and commenting against the hypocrisy of the person. In further comments, I realised my fault and had to apologise. However further commenting perpetuated and whoever this Unique Sparkle creature was starting discovering uncountable similarities with me. I didn't know why I continued commenting there, I didn't know why Unique did. But there was definitely something unique in the comment-chat that ensued. From commenting on each other's funny names to discussing our alleged love lives and interests, we just did not seem to get bored of it. After the status crossed about a hundred comments amidst which I realised this Sparkle was one among the fairer sex, we finally decided to move to chatbox and I also sent her a friend request. Which was promptly accepted, of course. We chatted day in, day out and started realising we were both just the same, exactly, precisely, uncomprehendingly, undefinably, just the same! We both wrote, had a creative mind, were interested in artistic pursuits, were grammar nazis, self-obsessed, what-not. Everything was the same. Only, she was she and I was, am he.
Eventually - actually not eventually - very quickly, we exchanged numbers and in our phone calls we'd, more often than not, say the exact same thing at the exact same time and then either laugh in awe or silence ourselves in shock. She told her mother once, 'If you were to have a son, he would be just like him.' Even our thought process, family types, life stories were photocopied. This was so inorganic, digging into somebody who is just what you are, only in the opposite sex, without exaggeration. And no, this story is not heading towards the love story you think it is. In our very first chat, she had exclaimed how we were almost like twins born from different wombs. That's what we assume till date. We are both the 'only child' of our respective parents yet know in our hearts we have a twin who lives far away.
The girl I'm talking about is none other than your SIm admin and quotes queen, AP. We've met what, eight times, yet share such a bond that we like to call invincible.
This post is not here to promote chatting with unknown strangers on social networks where you're easily vulnerable. What I do want to say is never refuse to your gut feelings. When something seems or feels right, it is right. When friendship of a stranger knocks your door - whether in a train, in the ticket queue, or on a social network - go ahead, open. The stranger just might turn out to be the best friend you could meet ever, or worse still, your own twin buddy.
My friend from hostel, Shivam, posted in good humour, 'Why does Sahej acts as English teacher on facebook?' I was a grammar freak back then, not sure about now, and it was so funny to me how Shivam had to post a status against my grammarian attitude IN WRONG GRAMMAR! While I went on to correct him in the first comment, there already was a comment saying 'act*' doing the job that I was planning to. The comment was by some 'Unique Sparkle' and the second comment by the same person said even he hated it.
Of course, that was me misreading it and commenting against the hypocrisy of the person. In further comments, I realised my fault and had to apologise. However further commenting perpetuated and whoever this Unique Sparkle creature was starting discovering uncountable similarities with me. I didn't know why I continued commenting there, I didn't know why Unique did. But there was definitely something unique in the comment-chat that ensued. From commenting on each other's funny names to discussing our alleged love lives and interests, we just did not seem to get bored of it. After the status crossed about a hundred comments amidst which I realised this Sparkle was one among the fairer sex, we finally decided to move to chatbox and I also sent her a friend request. Which was promptly accepted, of course. We chatted day in, day out and started realising we were both just the same, exactly, precisely, uncomprehendingly, undefinably, just the same! We both wrote, had a creative mind, were interested in artistic pursuits, were grammar nazis, self-obsessed, what-not. Everything was the same. Only, she was she and I was, am he.
Eventually - actually not eventually - very quickly, we exchanged numbers and in our phone calls we'd, more often than not, say the exact same thing at the exact same time and then either laugh in awe or silence ourselves in shock. She told her mother once, 'If you were to have a son, he would be just like him.' Even our thought process, family types, life stories were photocopied. This was so inorganic, digging into somebody who is just what you are, only in the opposite sex, without exaggeration. And no, this story is not heading towards the love story you think it is. In our very first chat, she had exclaimed how we were almost like twins born from different wombs. That's what we assume till date. We are both the 'only child' of our respective parents yet know in our hearts we have a twin who lives far away.
The girl I'm talking about is none other than your SIm admin and quotes queen, AP. We've met what, eight times, yet share such a bond that we like to call invincible.
This post is not here to promote chatting with unknown strangers on social networks where you're easily vulnerable. What I do want to say is never refuse to your gut feelings. When something seems or feels right, it is right. When friendship of a stranger knocks your door - whether in a train, in the ticket queue, or on a social network - go ahead, open. The stranger just might turn out to be the best friend you could meet ever, or worse still, your own twin buddy.
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