Ode to a Kindred Spirit (My dear Roshie)
Ever since we had the great pleasure to have a "walk down memory lane" conversation I have wanted to write this piece. I would like to interrupt my own story from current events to take a look back. I want to celebrate one of the loveliest people I know, my dear friend Roshni. We met in the Girl Scouts and our friendship blossomed a couple of years afterward when she transferred to my school.
I remember being in the cafeteria for "study hall" one day when we were probably in seventh grade and Roshni first called us Kindred Spirits. I remember I had never heard that expression before at that time. I also recall how lovely it was when I realized what it meant. Our friendship has proven over the years to live up to this claim no matter what has befallen us. Though the years have taken us in different directions physically we have never been parted. As she has so gorgeously put it us getting together is like coming home, I very happily agree.
I look back on those formative years and smile (I also laugh hysterically at myself). We had so many classic moments throughout our junior high and high school years. We created our own little world of hopes,dreams, music, books and writing. It was the first time in my life I really felt understood by another female and accepted in a friendship that was as true a sisterhood as if we were biological family. I never had to feel nervous or put on a facade. The freedom to be my true self she gives and has always given me is something I cherish.
Through the years she has been an inspiration to me. I admire her passion and thirst for knowledge. She is also one of the kindest and most loving people I have ever known. She is someone who truly cares for the world she lives in. I respect her dedication to voicing her truths and striving for equality. I greatly admire that she always challenges herself (though at times she spreads herself too thin). I wish she could see herself the way I do. I would like to take this moment to say thank you. I want her to know how she has changed my life. I am proud to call you my sister and friend, a true kindred. I will never forget the memories we have made and look forward to a lifetime of memories yet to be. I feel I have not begun to do you justice but I have tried to collect my thoughts here. I love you my dear friend.
I remember being in the cafeteria for "study hall" one day when we were probably in seventh grade and Roshni first called us Kindred Spirits. I remember I had never heard that expression before at that time. I also recall how lovely it was when I realized what it meant. Our friendship has proven over the years to live up to this claim no matter what has befallen us. Though the years have taken us in different directions physically we have never been parted. As she has so gorgeously put it us getting together is like coming home, I very happily agree.
I look back on those formative years and smile (I also laugh hysterically at myself). We had so many classic moments throughout our junior high and high school years. We created our own little world of hopes,dreams, music, books and writing. It was the first time in my life I really felt understood by another female and accepted in a friendship that was as true a sisterhood as if we were biological family. I never had to feel nervous or put on a facade. The freedom to be my true self she gives and has always given me is something I cherish.
Through the years she has been an inspiration to me. I admire her passion and thirst for knowledge. She is also one of the kindest and most loving people I have ever known. She is someone who truly cares for the world she lives in. I respect her dedication to voicing her truths and striving for equality. I greatly admire that she always challenges herself (though at times she spreads herself too thin). I wish she could see herself the way I do. I would like to take this moment to say thank you. I want her to know how she has changed my life. I am proud to call you my sister and friend, a true kindred. I will never forget the memories we have made and look forward to a lifetime of memories yet to be. I feel I have not begun to do you justice but I have tried to collect my thoughts here. I love you my dear friend.