I want to start writing again. But, as my dear friend Shefs says, that writing is a habit and you have to write for at least ten minutes everyday to be in the flow. How right! It has been pretty long since I last wrote, and to merely give myself a push, I decided to take up The Daily Post‘s Daily Prompt. Today’s prompt is “The Luckiest People” and I have to write about the person I first encountered today.
If I had to talk about the word ‘encounter’ in the literal sense, it means I must write about someone I ‘met’ first today morning. Living at home means I meet my mom first everyday and then my dad. I guess writing about my mom would require more time and emotional investment, which is not now. So I would simply moderate the topic a bit, and speak about this girl with whom I first spoke to (after my mom) in the morning on WhatsApp.
Let us call her Gushra. I guess the only three people who are up at that hour of the day is Gushra, Shefs and me! So very often she is my brush buddy. She sends me creepy pics of her’s while brushing. Who does that?
So Tushra is Alhamdulillah one friend very close to my heart. This morning the star topic was her dad. He is my new hero. She told me that her dad is black belt in Karate and can kill any man in 30 seconds! Whoaaaaaaaa…. There was this one time when someone abused her grandfather before her dad. What followed was her dad went down, flung the person and knocked him down within 15 seconds. All this to a man half his age! I couldn’t stop laughing. Amazing!
No wonder his kids are so fit, including Mushra. She looks petite of only 45kgs at 5’3″ but is strong enough to floor a man down. Thats my girl.
There are few things common in all my close friends. I guess these are pretty much the criteria for me to allow anyone close to me. As follows:
- They have an amazing sense of humour. They witty and intelligent. It is impossible that someone reads our convos or hears us talking and she won’t laugh hard for minutes together
- They are sportive. Okay, no ego and no drama allowed. We never have someone crying over their sorrows and other sympathising. Perhaps they know too well that if they speak for more than 5 lines about how sad their life is, others might make her the butt of joke. Additionally, they can laugh at themselves!
- They are girls. I don’t know why, I have always had a thing for girls.
Pushra excels in these! Especially the third criteria. She does take a while to get some stuffs, because of which I call her dimwit 😛 She has the mental age of 14, but that is okay. She is getting better each day.
It is so hard to write a good paragraph about your own friend, I have a feeling of writing an essay on “My Best Friend” In kindergarten. Especially when you know Lushra will be reading it… and then my dad will be reading it. Then he is going to come and ask me who Rushra is and every detail about her. Perhaps object to being friends with her anymore.
So Zushra, be prepared. When you miss me next, open this post and cry your eyes out. I wrote about you!!
PS- to all those who are worried about the man her dad knocked down, he didn’t die. He was only smashed and bled a little. Very much alive now.