So, She was my first friend in United States. Her name is Keya Patel. It was so difficult to actually talk to someone on my first day to school. I was always afraid that people would turn me don because of my accent or because I am from different country. Well, for first few weeks of school it was pretty difficult as no one would come and talk, but then I met this wonderful lady. She has been there in all the up’s and downs since then. Eventually, it was very difficult to come to a new place leaving behind all the friends and family I had. It seemed like I was taken away everything.
So, since January 2015 we have done all crazy shit in life like we got lost in cities, went for shopping spree, had dinners, she taught me how to cook, she provided me a shoulder on my sad days, partied, she helped me laugh, she encouraged me to study less and enjoy more, she took classes with me, she helped me move to my house, pretty much she was there whenever I needed her. She is an amazing person I know. A chic who is carefree no matter how important the situation is. She is my bundle of joy and happiness. She is a box that is open for new things and a box that keeps everything in it. I don’t know how like would have had been if she wouldn’t have had been around.
(this post is in BLUE because it’s her favorite color)