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“I’d like to thank the honorable Chief Guest Arputham, my department HOD Verona, my co-ordinator Jeyaraj, my best friend Deepan, the faculty, and fellow students who spent their valuable time being here!” Pavithra ended the event, which was followed by thundering applause. I was awestruck by her daring act of including my name in the Valedictory speech. Most of them didn’t seem to notice, but her HOD was stunned and confused by her sudden inclusion in their decades-old template. Pavithra winked from the stage and disappeared into the crowd that escorted the chief guest. Pavithra and I’ve been friends for almost three hundred days now, ever since she texted me after reading my blog. She was the first enthusiastic fan outside of my friends for my writing. She genuinely loved all my works and pointed out the few she didn’t. She had invited me to her college for a random workshop on “Girls and how they should be protected.” It was the most backward speech I’ve heard in years. But of co...
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Karen-um Naanum! ❤️

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Karennnnnnnnnn!

 

“One year ah wait panni kudikuren indha coffee ah,” I told. She looked up in awe. Then she smiled.

“Aaamaaaaaa Deepaaaannnnnnn”, no exaggeration, she said that, the same way I’ve written.

“Karen, naan onnu sollanum,” I told. She sipped her coffee again. She was all ears.

What did I tell her? Solren. Before that, who is she?


Karen is the first girl to talk with me from college. So, I immediately felt so good, thinking about how my beautiful profile picture has attracted her to speak with me. Later, I got to know the bitter truth that she texted everyone in the college and introduced herself. So, first bulb-uh.

Talking about coffee, I asked her if we could have a coffee together. She said yes. But that coffee didn’t happen. I got busy with my personal life, and she was there, but I never cared to look back at her. A year passed by, and destiny brought us together again for a book fair, for which we both volunteered. This time, I was in the ‘I have nothing to lose’ mode. I lived those three days like a maniac would do, if he were going to die the next day. My brain directed me to be myself with everyone, and that is how I spoke a lot with Karen. That is when I got along with Karen. That is when we had our first coffee together.

It was in the canteen of the book fair, and we had to take turns to go have coffee. Sai and another person went, while we looked after the stall. So when they were back, we went to have our coffee. An old tent, with bumpy chairs, lukewarm coffee with veg puffs, that is how it was. I smiled at her and told her how badly I wanted to have this coffee with her. She asked why out of curiosity, and I told her how she used to be my favorite. Her instant reply was,

“Was ah? Appo ippo illaya?”, and she laughed. See, that’s peak Karen.


Those three days were the best. I earned the ‘ship with Karen. I’m not terming it under friendship, but it wasn’t like I liked her in that way either. It is something that is inexplicable. Look how I’ve explained that sentence in the present tense.

I seriously don’t know how to fit it into words. Karen is a person who can always fall upon. She holds my darkest secrets, my crushes, my fears, and my desires. Some or the other way, I end up telling everything to her. The way she speaks with people, the unique usage of bad words, and how sweet she is when she does “Karen-naale Special dhaan.” Also, I’ve mentioned her name a lot. I find her name so interesting. Like her. Paahhhhh, Auto Pinnadiye Ezhuthalame! Unlike my previous writeups, I’ve used a lot of Tamil. I’m trying to imitate her. Trust me, if you know her well, then you can’t disagree that you haven’t tried imitating her slang or body language. Also, her honest opinions on things, am a big fan. 

*Yen ipdi pee maathiri oru shirt potrukka* intensifies! 😂

Coming back to the serious part, I thought I’d just flirt with her and leave her around. Or even worse, torture her by flirting a lot. But the thing with Karen is different. She is a person I respect with all my heart, pancreas, and one kidney. She is the person I’ll call up to fight for me, instead of ‘Irunga da amma kitta solren.” She is the person I always think of whenever stumble upon an internship call, with no second thoughts. I so badly want to work with her, which I’ll do someday. She is the person who will know about my crush so that she can tell me if I can proceed with that interest or not. 


Extrovert, talkative, or even loud, are some adjectives people would use for her. I’m just telling one thing, she’s above all that. She’s better. Get to know her. Let her know you. She does wonders. She knew how badly I needed that coffee with her when I asked for it again, after a month. We spoke about my life and career. Oh, she’s my therapist, too. The GOAT.

 

I always wish the good for her. For what she deserves and what she desires!

Happiest 20, Karen. Stay with me through my lows and happiest moments.

To more coffee and more bad words.


Also.

Naanum innonu sollanum.

"Enakum unaa rombaa pudiku Karen" ❤️

 

D.

28.03.2023 (23:27)

 

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