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Happy Happy Birthday to the naughtiest angel I have ever come across. Her name itself contains the word ‘princess’. She is a princess not just for her family, but also for several of us who have been blessed with her friendship. My time spent with her is equivalent to radiant, beautiful pearls, which I shall treasure forever in my heart. We learnt together (PS Trainings) and then went on to work in the same company project. Back then, none of us knew that this was the beginning of a wonderful relationship. With Rups, sailing across the storms of pesky politics and tantrums of colleagues and seniors was easier. We fought together; cried together, at times consoling one another while sobbing simultaneously; laughed together like maniacs; shopped together; bunked together; and hell even resigned together ;)












In this era of fakeness, I adore her genuine nature and simplicity. She never shies away from calling a spade a spade. Perhaps, this is why we are still friends. And Man! I love the way she speaks in Punjabi. Even my father is a big fan of her Punjabi diction. Though we are poles apart as individuals, our bond remains intact to this day (Touchwood). I have a tendency to remain unconnected and aloof and she, on the other hand, loves to talk, shop and go places. We too have had our share of ‘katti’ and ‘Don’t talk to me’. I guess I never tried any ‘manaaofying’, everything became normal on its own, as if nature wanted us to get talking again. Perhaps, we never let those moments scar or crack our relationship. 









Rups is overly sensitive and lots of people have leveraged this quality for their own ulterior motives. I have seen her hurt and bruised, yet she has always handled those situations resiliently and emerged stronger with each low phase. Inki khoobsurti ke charche toh durr durr tak hain…yahan tak ki America ni bach paya :P Woh adayein, shaitani bharri aankhein, ghustakiyaan…uff, inka kya hi kehna. Words are too trivial to convey her magnanimity :)  On this day, I wish tons of joys, happiness, love and abundance in your life. And iss heroine ko masst, gaint hero jald se jald mile.










Dher saara Love

Your Nalayk Chor Dost :)                     

Comments

sadaf said…
Well written Monica!
It says everything that any good friend of Rups would say..she is the most cutest naughty girl I know and that is her loyal uniqueness which has kept her to be the most attractive friend anyone desires.
Be blessed always :)
Happy Birthday Rups!!! :* :* :*
ToBlog today said…
A beautiful tribute to a rare beauty.

People say you see yourself in others, their reflection is mirrored with yours, therefore, you too are beautiful. :)

monica said…
A rare beauty indeed :) Thank you for your generous comments Sadaf and Angelina :D
Unknown said…
Thank you so much :*
sobhit said…
hapi brday indeed.. wot bttr gift
Dkaur said…
Real awesome gift for a friend on Bday.Monica rupi i think is also blessed to have a friend like you.
Stay together and happy .
Tayloright said…
With this blog you really took our attention to the points that we never thought about. Thanks for sharing this with all of us. All the best, way to go.
Attractive Baby doll
Unknown said…
Love you monics :-*

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