Forced to write

Recently a friend of mine requested me to update my blog and from that moment I was thinking of something to write. I lacked the theme to write something about the flamboyant girl who actually requested me to write.

I thought that she might be an Anglo Indian when I heard her name and confirmed that she is an Indian the moment I met her. I always refute her claims that she looks like a ‘Mallu’ or a keralite. This was the girl who called us for a coffee twice a day and my colleague and me always had to oblige her request for the coffee breaks in spite of the heavy work pressures we had and we always noticed that she takes all the pressures of work in the office like a song. I never had the coffee breaks since she left the work place that we all worked together.

The most important characteristic of this girl is that she is the only girl that I always pick a fight with. A war of words and even sometimes actions is inevitable when ever we meet.

She has a charm in organizing trips and parties and forcing people to join her in the outings and we still commend ourselves for not giving in to the constant pressure of joining them for the outings. We often had the best of times when ever we went out for dinner and also often cook and eat together as a group.

This nice girl was surely a good friend of us.

By the time I decided to stop writing and realized that I never mentioned any names in the writing, it was late and I had to hurry and leave home of the day.