15 September,2011

I was a sixteen-year-old teenager who was just getting to know the Hollywood world and a debut user of Instagram. I had two accounts: one in my name and a private one it was, the other was a public account which was moreover a page in which I uploaded my poems and at times songs penned by me and sung by my besties. I was an active user.

I was just scrolling through YouTube on my laptop lying on my stomach on my single cot. I got quite bored and decided to check what was trending. I was scrolling down and a video with a curly-headed white boy and a few more caught my eye. I decided to check it. The video started.

https://youtu.be/QJO3ROT-A4E

I fell in love with the song instantly. They were all so cute but this curly-haired boy was extra - cute. Right at the moment I was lying on my single cot wearing black Patiala pants and a red short straight kurti with my dense black hair all over the place I was beginning to get obsessed with their song. 

"Shreya!!" my mom yelled and I quickly yelled back as I jumped off the bed, "Varen ma! (coming mom)" and ran off to her.

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I came back to my room and started collecting my things and packing them into boxes. My mother called me to inform me that my father had decided to expand his business and hence is starting a head office in Kochi, Kerala, and also that we will be leaving tomorrow for the Palm Groove service villa temporarily and then sort out things. My schooling was a question and my mother told me that my father had already managed to seek admission to Greets Public School. Within a few hours I was done packing my things and only then it hit me that I had not even informed my friends about the move.

I unlocked my iPhone to put on a conference call with Diya, Stephen, and Rahul and broke the news. They quickly hung up and five minutes later I heard my doorbell ring. It was Diya who engulfed me in a quick hug. We sat on the couch in the living room shedding tears while Stephen and Rahul joined. We had been best friends right after we met at preschool and now the thought of leaving them was unbearable.

My mom served as rose milk and we drank it bickering among us. The boys helped my mom pack some heavy things while I showed Diya the video of the boys. She was as excited as I was. The boys joined us and I showed them too. They liked the song but started teasing me and Diya about our crushes.

In our little gang, I was the writer. Diya was the female singer. Steph was the male singer and Rahul was the cameraman. He shoots our cover video for each of our songs and he and Stephen edit it while I do the final check and post it on my public account on Instagram.

Diya slept over while the boys stayed till late at night and left promising to be back in the morning to see me off. I and Diya didn't talk much, we chatted for a while grew tired, and retired to sleep.

The next day I woke up at 5 am since we had to leave by 7 am. I brushed my teeth and woke Diya up. She groaned but wouldn't wake up so I poured a mug of water on her head and there she sat upright as if she got an electric shock. I laughed at her as I skipped into the bathroom, took a quick shower, got dressed up in a black tunic top and white leggings, stepped out, and was immediately drenched. I wiped my face and looked around the room and saw Diya rolling on the floor with laughter. I glared at her, and on seeing my glare she started laughing even more. 

"You'll pay for this!" I said and turned back to my bathroom again. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and wore a black and white polka-dotted crop top over my pink full-sleeved t-shirt.

I and Diya did the rest of my packing after she freshened up and I let her borrow my red Patiala and white flared short kurti. We put our hair up in buns and helped my mom. The boys arrived with coffee. My mom thanked them and we sat on the floor drinking and chatting. It was 6:30 when we heard an Innova pull up in the driveway. My mom left us to speak to the chauffeur.

"Guys, you've always been with me ever since we were in pre-school. You've helped me through my ups and downs and I don't know how I am gonna survive without you people. Wherever I go I'll always have you in my heart and my word of caution text me every day and video-call me once a week...and...and...I love you guys so much..!"I broke down. They pulled me into a group hug with tears in their eyes already.

Stephen spoke first, "Remember wherever you go we always got your back.."

Rahul continued, "You're just gonna be away physically but remember we're always together in our hearts.."

Diya spoke at last, "We're just a phone call away and we'll figure out a way to reunite..!"

"Shreya..We've to leave. I called your dad and he wants us to take only our personal belongings and not the furniture so we've to start.."my mom informed us as we broke out of the hug.

My friends went and hugged my mom. The boys helped us load the luggage into the car and my mom settled in the seat behind the chauffeur. I hugged each of my friends. We said each other goodbye love and I sat in the seat next to my mom. As the car moved I peeped out of the window with tears clinging to my eyes I waved to the three standing in front of my house..

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A/N: 

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