Dippy Doo Dah

It's one of my oldest friend's birthday today, and I am going to dedicate this post to just a few memories that I've shared with her.
In no particular order, here we go:

• guitar class (albeit shortlived)
• pouring my heart out to her as I'm convinced my life is going down the toilet
• my first ever game of bowling
• fighting over boys
• cleaning out her closet, negotiating like ladies at the bazaar over what should be thrown. her insisting on keeping old rags that haven't seen the light of day in years, claiming that they WILL be worn, occasionally falling back on the excuse that something belongs to her mom.
• taking a prime viewing seat for surgeries to be entertained by the explosions of temper
• dog-catching runs
• taking her dad's car out for a drive late one night
• pictionary nights
• paranoia about my first hickey
• being flaky
• late-night drives on the activa
• enjoying the sea breeze at Raman while Rani ate
• surprise purple birthday fruit cake
• SALE time shopping at phoenix mills
• watching Bigg Boss followed by (oh yes!) Balika Vadhu
• cricket in alibaug
• esselworld on ganesh visarjan day
• cooking out of recipe books
• singing that "ganpat chal daaru la" song at the back of kurush's car
• getting felt up by her affection-starved cat
• grammar lessons on the way back from school
• 1-day trip for dog delivery purposes to some far-off village via train (where was that again?)
• climbing up that tree to get felix down
• dancing to that 'dil to pagal hai' song on stage
• torturous practice sessions to dance at my sister's wedding, interspersed with tantrums, and involving minute, detailed study of sample video 
• wearing those hats at the churchgate house
• doing up exactly half her face, to have a two-face effect..
• gossip sessions!

and a million other moments...

Happy Birthday, you twit!