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was god-sent to me. A real-life saint. A laughter machine and with a whimsical sense of humor. While she was dreamy, I was the more practical one and yet somehow I believed in her more than she did herself.From helping each other with studies and assignments to riding wrong trains on a busy New York station, we did it all. We attended the same college and boasted being part of one of the nicest campuses in a city that were nothing less than a concrete jungle.Seeing her running towards me to tell the stupidest joke ever often made me wonder if I am friends with a sane person — but she proved me wrong every time. Gradually I started believing that while there were around 15,000 students on campus, our hearts only knew to beat for each other.Most friendship stories entail wearing matching pajamas or checking boys out, having sleepovers, or even giving bad advice. As much as I would have liked to do all silly and fun things, we didn’t and couldn’t do any of such activities. Instead, my best friend held me strong as a pillar during the most crucial times of my life.There were days when I used to live on a tight budget. I worked very hard and still didn’t have enough to buy some basic necessities most times. But she became my family when I needed her the most. Supported me during days when I didn’t have much hope left in my heart.There were days when I didn’t have money for lunch and I would pretend to be fine around her. She was there to share her food with me so I wouldn’t be empty stomach in class.There were days when we would go shopping, and at times I couldn’t even afford to look at the price tag. But there she was always noticing and prioritizing my needs before anything.My best friend held me strong as a pillar during the most crucial times of my life.All this doesn’t mean that we never fought. Our fights were for the silliest of reasons and more like

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kids in the 2nd grade. We would make up after a day or two after some dramatic closures and soon forget that anything had ever happened.She was my bundle of joy, source of entertainment, and — well just my adorable and loving best friend.<figure id="08ef"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*-VPRxnoKkTKgVitI8n_YaQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by Anton on Unsplash — one of New York city’s many famous ‘halal’ food carts. These were our go-to places for yummy street food.</figcaption></figure>Then came those stages of our lives that we had always talked about and dreamt about — graduation, job, moving out of cities, and marriage. Distance grew gradually but so did the depth of our friendship.We saw each other less and less but our vision of our dreams and aspirations for ourselves never faded away. And every time I miss her, I think of the day I met her — the day when we first spoke to each other.On a cold 2010 evening, while heading back to the train station, I was looking for the shuttle bus stop at our college campus. It was getting dark and I was beginning to get uncomfortable with the bone-chilling cold when I saw a sweet-looking girl walking in my direction. Upon asking her if it was the correct stop to catch the shuttle bus, she said I was in the right place.I thanked her and an awkward silence followed right after. Gathering some courage in the next few minutes, I asked her where she was headed and the train she would take — and et voilà! We exchanged phone numbers and connected on Facebook and then gradually became inseparable for the next 5 years.That is how I met my best friend in a city of 8.9 million people. Even though we no longer live in New York City, but the city continues to live in our hearts along with thousands of other great memories that we will cherish for years to come.Thank you for reading.</article></body>

How I Met My Best Friend in My Favorite City in the World

Valentine’s Day Special: Celebrating our 11 years of friendship

A quick google search on the world’s 10 best cities will give you several results including — London, Paris, Barcelona, Moscow, Tokyo, and New York. Even though I have been to 9 out of these 10 cities, New York is and will always be my number one city. Yes, you guessed it right — because that is exactly where I met my best friend.

While love stories can encompass many relationships, I believe my connection with my best friend is no less than a fairytale.

Finding friendship in the heart of a global city such as New York was a dream come true for me especially because I moved there at such a young age. And so when I saw the opportunity of submitting a piece in The Masterpiece, I just knew that I had to spill my heart out about how I met her.

Hence, to honor our relationship on Valentine’s Day, I dedicate this piece to celebrate our 11-year friendship.

Our journey started on a very different note, mostly because we had nothing in common. We were from different countries. We didn’t go to the same high school. We were from distinct cultures. We came from different religious and ethnic backgrounds. Our educational background was also different. We even took separate trains back home in New York. Basically, a whole lot of mismatches, and yet life surprised me with the most beautiful person ever.

Something about her made people believe in the existence of good souls and forget about the cruelty of the world. She was god-sent to me. A real-life saint. A laughter machine and with a whimsical sense of humor. While she was dreamy, I was the more practical one and yet somehow I believed in her more than she did herself.

From helping each other with studies and assignments to riding wrong trains on a busy New York station, we did it all. We attended the same college and boasted being part of one of the nicest campuses in a city that were nothing less than a concrete jungle.

Seeing her running towards me to tell the stupidest joke ever often made me wonder if I am friends with a sane person — but she proved me wrong every time. Gradually I started believing that while there were around 15,000 students on campus, our hearts only knew to beat for each other.

Most friendship stories entail wearing matching pajamas or checking boys out, having sleepovers, or even giving bad advice. As much as I would have liked to do all silly and fun things, we didn’t and couldn’t do any of such activities. Instead, my best friend held me strong as a pillar during the most crucial times of my life.

There were days when I used to live on a tight budget. I worked very hard and still didn’t have enough to buy some basic necessities most times. But she became my family when I needed her the most. Supported me during days when I didn’t have much hope left in my heart.

There were days when I didn’t have money for lunch and I would pretend to be fine around her. She was there to share her food with me so I wouldn’t be empty stomach in class.

There were days when we would go shopping, and at times I couldn’t even afford to look at the price tag. But there she was always noticing and prioritizing my needs before anything.

My best friend held me strong as a pillar during the most crucial times of my life.

All this doesn’t mean that we never fought. Our fights were for the silliest of reasons and more like kids in the 2nd grade. We would make up after a day or two after some dramatic closures and soon forget that anything had ever happened.

She was my bundle of joy, source of entertainment, and — well just my adorable and loving best friend.

Photo by Anton on Unsplash — one of New York city’s many famous ‘halal’ food carts. These were our go-to places for yummy street food.

Then came those stages of our lives that we had always talked about and dreamt about — graduation, job, moving out of cities, and marriage. Distance grew gradually but so did the depth of our friendship.

We saw each other less and less but our vision of our dreams and aspirations for ourselves never faded away. And every time I miss her, I think of the day I met her — the day when we first spoke to each other.

On a cold 2010 evening, while heading back to the train station, I was looking for the shuttle bus stop at our college campus. It was getting dark and I was beginning to get uncomfortable with the bone-chilling cold when I saw a sweet-looking girl walking in my direction. Upon asking her if it was the correct stop to catch the shuttle bus, she said I was in the right place.

I thanked her and an awkward silence followed right after. Gathering some courage in the next few minutes, I asked her where she was headed and the train she would take — and et voilà! We exchanged phone numbers and connected on Facebook and then gradually became inseparable for the next 5 years.

That is how I met my best friend in a city of 8.9 million people. Even though we no longer live in New York City, but the city continues to live in our hearts along with thousands of other great memories that we will cherish for years to come.

Thank you for reading.