Since Rumana would be about 5’7″ and me at almost 5’8″, I think we both can qualify to talk about the perks of being a tall girl, especially according to desi standards. I remember during school, I would whine to Rumana about being tall and she compiled a list of reasons why it’s good to … Continue reading
Since this blog is about best friends, I thought it would make sense to post it here. I’ve learnt that I should never fail to help someone, even the smallest of gestures, even the ones which I’ll have no memory of, like giving Rumana directions to the French classroom may probably be the beginning of a great friendship. … Continue reading
I will never forget the summer Rumana left. She would come over everyday or so and we would laugh and talk about the randomest things. Even if there were days she wouldn’t come over, we would talk over the phone throughout the day till our moms would finally make us hang up. I wonder what our phone … Continue reading
My first post without a discussion with Rumana, she’s been really busy with schoolwork, so I guess I’m on my own. I’ve been quite idle, sorting out uni stuff and driving around Dubai and getting “kind reminders” from Chelsea to write a new post. So after thinking about what to write for ages, I decided to … Continue reading
I remember back in the day, I would see her running around school hugging random pillars and I would think to myself “how do I manage to be close to someone as crazy as her!” But almost always the little rhetorical question in my head would answer itself, when I see our friends laugh at … Continue reading
Blue Stones 