To Flower

My board exams are in less than a month. Update: I have a boyfriend now who loves me and things are going well! Like I’m finally content and satisfied with what life has to offer. I have good friends, sort of. 

The thing with my class is, everyone absolutely despises each other. Everyone giggles in front of each other and proceeds to say the most rudest and harshest words humanity has ever witnessed about them, after they leave. Personally, I’m a straightforward person. I do not converse with people whom I don’t get along with and I don’t see the point of talking with people you dislike only to back-bitch about them. Maybe I’m just not cutout for such girl politics. 

Anyways coming to the main point, I was practising a few English sample papers for my upcoming board exams when I read an extract on Poetry. Writing and reading poetry is a wild roller coaster ride and when I think of it, it makes me think of the rookie, silly poems I wrote about friendship in ninth grade and a fellow dear friend of mine, Flower.

Flower is one of the people in my horrid class who keeps to himself and doesn’t engage himself in the drama or tittle tattle. And that does not make him a loner, no, he’s thriving and a part of me wishes to put all the girly gossip behind and strive to be like him.

I knew the minute I walked into my new class that I have to be friends with him since he was just so peculiar. 

And you might be thinking—“Sahana, what’s so special about a dude who just keeps to himself?” Well, that’s what I thought in the beginning and started to converse and engage more with him. I swear in the start of my time in this new class, the only thing driving me to come to school everyday was Flower. I genuinely wanted to stay at home and cry about how, due to my schools terrible management and negligence, had changed my class that was so dear to my heart but I couldn’t. Talking a few minutes during lunch is what kept me motivated for those few months in my life.

We never really talked about anything in particular, our conversations were mostly desultory, especially because I felt as though flower wasn’t interested in speaking with me since we never really spoke about stuff other than his poetry or academia. Oh and did I mention, flower writes magnificent poems. They’re so deep and perplexing, and usually related to nature. I believe the common theme among all his poems is healing through nature. 

I truly think I’ll possibly never find someone like Flower since he’s just so one of a kind. 

Maybe the only person who’s ascetic and a scholar at the same time. 

Another characteristic I admire about flower is his unconventionality. He doesn’t like the common things people usually do. I’ve never seen him idle during any of the lunch breaks; Sure, he has friends but he prioritises and reads a chapter or continues writing his poems; in a world filled with people who prioritise social relationships and status over what is actually important, academics.  And I truly admire Flower for that.

I remember once I cried in front of Flower outside his bus window about how my friendships from my previous class were breaking apart, and even though he’s not great with relationships, he listened to me blabber even when he didn’t have to. And I really appreciate that someone I recently met is more of my friend than that person, for whom I was shedding tears for, has ever been. 

And that made me realise, maybe what you seek is seeking you. 

Sure, Flower has his own flaws but I’m so very grateful to be his friend and to be considered his close friend. (I definitely did not force him to call me that) 

And if Flower, if you’re reading this, thank you for being my friend when no one wanted to. I really hope the best for you and will continue to be your well wisher. 

This was a small token of appreciation towards my close friend! I wish everyone a great day/night. 

Sahana