I'm late, but here's to another year filled with us and our random talks.

It's weird how a year ago, I never imagined you'd be my best friend. I never imagined, talking to you, sitting next to you, slapping you, and then suddenly, being your best friend. I had no intention of it whatsoever, I just wanted someone to sit next too and you were the only choice. It's weird how, we're so different, yet we're always together, smiling at our lamest conversations and then insulting each other. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't regret the day I sat next to you, and I never will, that I know for sure.

It's like, my day is pretty much incomplete without talking to you. You add the 'wa' to my 'mar' and without you, I'm just 'mar' :( We've been best friends for a year, yet no one will be able to separate us. We've become so close in such a short time, now that I look back, I wonder what was life before you came. You add brightness to my day. If you're the sun, I'm the rain. We're total opposites. However, our pair, wait- scratch that, our triangle, (I shall never forget my other half, Maheen/Red.) is incomplete without anyone of us. You might be the boring-est person I've ever had the pleasure to talk too, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Point is, you complete me.

I'll like to add a shaer by the mahan, the great, Taher Shah, over here:
'Without you, I'm like a butterfly.' 
Acha, pata hai kuch zyada hi lame hogaya. But you get the point, don't you? Ap ke aur Maheen ke bagair zindagi bohat khaali khaali lagti hai. I love you guys to the moon and back.

Anyway, I already wrote a note for you 2 pages long, so I don't think there is a need for any more of my buttering. I don't mean a single a thing, acha? Sab jhoot hai. I hate you. Jaao bhaar mein.

I know you liked the super awesome fantastic marvellow surprise me and Maheen arranged for you. We wasted a lot of days and nights because of you, so we have every right to keep reminding you how much you owe us. Mazak kar rahi hoon, you know we love hate you. I would write more, but everything's already written in the letter I wrote for you and I think that's enough buttering for a day. I only wrote this post because you'd kill me if I didn't. So khush hojaao, bohat busy insaan hoon mein.

Hanso, jeeyo, gaao, muskuraao, kya pata kal ho na ho?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABA THE DABBA! HAVE THE BESTEST YEAR WITH US!
(I'm late by a week and 3 days, but it's alright.) (Her birthday was on 24th October)
Allah Hafiz.
Marwa.

Lastly, a picture of us made by me, the future artist:

Tumharay baal thoray chotay banaye hain lekin chalay ga, haina? Aur Maheen ka naam kafi bara hai likh likh kar thak gaye tou Mahu hi sahi. Acha bye ab tang mat karna, please.