Aashi Dixit (17)
St Patrick’s Junior College, Agra
Dear Best Friend,
I remember how we met when we were six. We both were just two strangers who felt lonely in a crowd. We looked at each other and smiled.
We turned thirteen; we shared everything — from our dreams to our fears, our crushes and the smallest things.
I knew this would last for a lifetime.
Then we turned seventeen, you started hanging out with the “cool kids”, your parents started worrying about you. You became that girl everyone talked about.
A year later, you became anorexic. You would lock yourself in your room and cry all night. You would wear long sleeved t-shirts to hide the scars you gave yourself. You became someone else; we lost touch.
Sometimes home is not a place but people, they say. And I am still waiting to get home, to you.
The girl you used to call your best friend