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December 19, 2003 My best friend was here for 3 days, although stupid, I was worried that being here for so long had changed me into a typical paki-girl – boring, conservative and shallow. So, I was a bit anxious that I was going to lose or scare a very good friend. I realized how much I missed her as soon as we hugged and my half-explanatory stories made perfect sense to her. I feel as if I took a vacation and life isn’t as depressing as it was before. The past week was like being in a whirlwind – crazy, fun, exciting…brief but incredible. I would never forget the 5 minutes that we got high, felt like we would never stop laughing, a point where our laugh became unrecognizable, stomach hurt and I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time because I knew that this is what I’ll miss when we say good bye. I finally felt like I hadn’t changed and neither had she, we could just pick up right where we had left a year back. We might be busy or have great times with other people but nobody could beat our conversations. And in between unsuccessful shopping trips, drooling over the celebrities we hung out with, pigging out on dirty street food....we had the best conversations ever. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. Kahlil Gibran (10:35 PM) ~`~
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