opposite sides of a coin

Ann.

I got friends with her when we were in class nine. I actually met her a year before that. The time I got into her school. No one wanted to be friends with me, the reasons being – a) I was a new comer and not even a good student b) Anti-social c) not much of a pretty face nor a gossip queen d) didn’t have a Facebook account. So, It was pretty much a disastrous year for me. Ankan and I knew each other. Ann was in her friends’ crowd. And when we got in class 9, everyone got separated into three different groups based on science, commerce and arts. We three got in the commerce group. Therefore, they lost their friends going in other schools and subjects, and I on the other hand, had no particular ones. That’s when we became friends and stick for like 3 years now. Ann went USA this year in June.

Ann and I, we are like the opposite sides of a globe. Even now, that she’s like what, thousands miles away, we argue in our chats. And she never takes a break from Hollywood gossip, you know.  Even yesterday she snapped at me because I told her I don’t like British actors that much. She got so furious that she sent me a photo of John, who’s in Sherlock TV serial, and told me, “U tell me that’s not cute.” She was literally forcing me to like British shit. I told her that I like Americans better because they’re awesome and their insanely fun attitudes. And she said “Americans are screw ups.” The thing I hate about Ann is that she’s always this judgmental. Even miles away, I could feel her underestimating me.

It reminded me of that one particular day at college, when we had a big fight over some stupid “paper game.” I ignored her the whole day. Some things you should know about Ann, she stays grumpy 24/7. And she is introvert, shy and a bit edgy. So she was really bothered by me being upset on her. Plus I said some rude things to her the day. Ankan kept listening to our fight being in the middle, during the seminar. Can you believe I cried the whole afternoon since I got home? For that hypocritical bitch?

The next day of college, she asked me, “Why are you ignoring me?” I avoided the answer. I was feeling really blue. I didn’t talk to anybody; I got in the washroom, cried again. But Ann tried to talk; she even brought one of her Hollywood magazines to make it up to me. We were both so sad.

Then a funny thing happened. The bell rang, our class dismissed. I rushed toward the toilet and asked around the girls if they had “pads” (Sudden period alert). Then I saw Ann, we kind of had it on the same date. And we were like “You too?”

That’s when I realized what was all this about. We were so emotional because we were close to our monthly date. All those tears and arguments and fuss happened because we were on our period at the same time.eww. So we went downstairs, on our way to the college gate. We were normally talking like we never argued. And she got out the magazine from her bag and let me borrow it. I got home, read the magazine over and over again. I found a cute “Dexter” pic. Ann always knew I was a big Michael C. Hall fan. She texted me.”You can cut out Dexter’s picture if you want.” I didn’t cut it. I wasn’t mad at her anymore. (I took a snap of it though. it’s still in my cell camJ

I guess I just miss her. I’m mad at her but can’t stay mad at her anymore. She’s thousand miles away. If she judges me for everything I am, let it be. I mean what can I possibly say to her when she’s still a hypocritical bitch?