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Who says, a friend is one who helps you always being near you? Upasana, being away from my sight, was close to my heart sharing and caring. I do feel that penpalling is almost a sort of therapy for people like me which helps cope up with life’s problems. It is a very good feeling of having a pen pal. Listening to pal’s worries has helped me learn how life is. Also it improved me in every means. It is such a wonderful vehicle for friendship and mutual understanding in this diverse world.

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Day 1- It was a Sunday morning when I woke up suddenly. I had a bad dream. Got ready as quick as possible and went away without informing my mom a word about where was I going and what for. I went to Smt. G.S high school almost 9 kms away from my home just to see whether ‘She’ was there or not.
Day 2- I and my mom went shopping. There was a fair, beautiful and tall girl standing besides my mom with long brown hair. Her eyes were so charming that no body would ever like to take off their eyes away from those eyes. I thought it was ‘She’. Went to have a word with her…The girl went away some where till I could go and ask her something.
Day 3- A wonderful scenery caught my eyes. Greenery and colourful flowers, beautiful butterflies and dawn reminded of ‘Her’ favorites. ‘She’ once said that she loved nature. She usually goes to the near by park from her school with her sister. I shared this to my mother, but she couldn’t get a single word of mine.

Here I explain…

Upasana… My PEN FRIEND. We met on a social networking site and then started writing letters to each other. I was shifted from South India directly to Madhya Pradesh. My pen pal, Upasana said, she was from the same state where I once lived. I actually am attached to that name. Upasana was one of my classmates’ name. She was one of my best friends. Her voice made her much more adorable. Her pink cheeks and small eyes were so charming. And alike was her nature. After I shifted to MP, I couldn’t contact her. I wished to be with her on every friendship day. I missed her and her company a lot. Since I got this girl on the networking site, thought she too might be like the same Upasana.

Coming to my pen pal…I and her continued conversing by letters but could never try of sharing photographs of each other. We loved writing any way. Our choice was same. Letters exchanging, greetings, greenery, flowers, puppies, li’l monkeys, butterflies and all were what made both of us go crazy. We shared some personal problems too. This made us more intimate. We were now eager to meet each other. Upasana wrote her next letter…

Dear pen pal,

Love. Since a long time we were exchanging letters. Today I am sending you my personal diary. Though I even never permit my mom to touch that without my permission. But like you to read it. It is all about you. I’ve started maintaining this diary since the day I met you. You bought so many changes in me and I’d sincerely like to thank you for this. Here is my diary. Waiting for your reply and my diary in return…
Hey! I have a li’l kitten @ my home. ‘Gloria’. She is dammnnn cute and loving. Sending her picture also. Have a look. I’d suggest you to have a pet at your place too. It gives us immense pleasure playing with pets and sparing li’l time from such innocent creatures.
Your loving friend,
Upasana.


I was glad to read that letter. But reading her personal diary needed strong heart. I never ever had touched any one’s diary or read one. Now, she has sent me this diary by herself and wants me to read. Okay…The diary’s first three pages consisted of those three days lines which I’ve inscribed above. She every day thought of me. She every day missed me. She every day wished to meet me once. Alike me. But destiny. The last letter from her was… “I am getting married”. After sharing out school days’ experience, college days’ life and all…I thought I’d receive letters from her after her marriage too. But I was wrong. Any way…I wished her luck in my next letter. And again on this day, (friendship day) I wish to be with her at least for a while.

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