She

It was a Saturday evening 4 o clock. I saw her face running red and filling with excitement. I knew she was a bit frightened too as she sat on the window side of the boat holding my hands tight for a couple of seconds. She pulled her hands back praising her braveness. I was looking more into her face than into the backwaters and it helped me to find she was looking into the waves made by the boat like a child, than into my eyes.She seemed clearly thrilled.
     She is a girl who doesn't show off. May be because she thinks she is not beautiful enough but I always tell her she is beautiful.Well, she don’t believe me though.I could see the cozy rays of the setting sun on her cheeks while on the moving boat. I tried to frighten her up saying about the recent boat accident but I don’t think she is afraid of it anymore. It seemed she already noticed the Life jackets placed over our heads.
     We reached the beach in 20 minutes. It is a long way walk through the pavements which leads to the beach. We walked quietly talking, listening and cracking jokes. She pointed me something which happened to be a model of a weapon used before our independence. She chuckled when I said I am bad in history back from school. I wanted to show her a place where civilians were not allowed to enter into. Once a couple of my friends tried to get in there for a visit and some Army Men showed up with guns. I was searching for that place .I found the place and I pointed out to her.I told her the story of my stupid friends. After a couple of seconds I realized that was not the original place i wanted to show. So I corrected as soon as I found the original place where it happened.
 Trying to tease me, she asked “Were you bad at geography as well back from school?
       “I tried to wear a serious expression .My endeavor was in vain though.
        I was the first one among us to step into the waves of the evening sea. It was really
nice to have the soothing of the evening sun all over our body
and naughty waves carrying varieties of beautiful sea shells massaging our feet smoothly and taking away the sand beneath our feet. But I realized the last part was missing. It was her who told   “I am going to keep my sandals in my bag. Give me yours as well. “I was a bit surprised to hear that, especially when a girl asking to keep my sandal in her “BAG”.
     The waves were awesomely beautiful just like her. I saw happiness on her face as if a child watching the sea for the first time. I even felt like the shiny golden rays of the evening sun were shining on her more than
on the waves. She was clearly excited and playful which were clearly portrayed on her face.
She was really sad when I asked her “We are late, We better go”.She thanked me for the day ,I didn't know that was much to be thanked. I told her “You can take it back to your pocket as I enjoyed the day too”.
        People say “A boy and a girl cannot be friends always.” I would say that is truly mindless and equally pointless. It is not right that a girl and a boy can only be lovers. I believe from the bottom of my heart that they can be real friends too. A friend who hugs you when you are down, one who cares about you like your lover, one who wept at times for you, who misses you when you are not around and who even don’t hesitate to act like your parent over phone to your principal at school or college.
    She is my friend, a very special person I would say with greatest happiness and joy. Because she is one who won’t pretend to be someone else, one who won’t hesitate to wear a smile while she walks and talks. One for whom I am a special person. I read somewhere a couple of days before that ”Close friends are actually the siblings God forgot to give you. “ I am pretty sure that who ever said that has someone so special like the one I already have.