To My Best Friend Who Hasn't Felt Like Herself Lately

July 15, 2021
By Faizan Ali
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Let's skip the formalities, please? Cause we both know how awkward it gets and how badly we suck at introductions.

This letter is special in a way that by the time you finish reading, you would no more feel like falling apart. The pieces would come back to you and with the prettiest smile on your face, you would pick those pieces of you scattered at your feet, and wear them like a queen. The world that had begun to shatter, wouldn't anymore and even if it did, you would see me at the other end, standing with a plate of momos, waiting for you to come so that you can see through my eyes how beautiful you are, inside out.

At times we don't have control over what happens in our life. It just does while we are busy looking at our crushes. (Could I ever be serious?) By the way, this was to make you smile for I know you haven't really smiled lately. No, forming a sweet little curve with your lips isn't how I define a smile. A smile comes from within and that's missing these days. Where did my best friend go? Who would laugh at her own jokes and stare with those judgy little eyes at people we both dislike. Things get tough sometimes and we feel like losing ourselves in an attempt to find our identity, something like an existential crisis but isn't that what life is? When you know your pieces are breaking and scattering apart but instead of watching them lose their way, you catch hold of them, pick them randomly, and try forming an identifiable shape, just like a riddle. It's like when a child is at his learning stage and different square-shaped alphabets are scattered on the floor, just for him to arrange them to form a word, then a sentence, then a paragraph. What if that paragraph doesn't make sense? Would he abandon his life? Would he be asked to lose hope and sit idle? Rather, he would start again. Rearranging the alphabets, into words, into sentences, finally into a story that would be worth all the pain.

So what I am trying to point out here with this not-so-little metaphor (better you call it an allegory) is that no matter how difficult and exhaustive life gets, it's never too late to start again. Never too late to find yourself again, especially when you are stuck amidst a crowd and no identifiable face around, instead of drowning in a pool of tears, you got to look up and watch the sky burning with the rays of the sun, just to let the light reach you and what good are you doing by switching off the light, drenching in darkness?
Remember, I am always here.

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