Zainab Khalid and I ("third" likes "me" better)

I never knew that she existed. When i was introduced to her by a girl I knew from university, only then did I come to know that she was one of my class mates too. I still wasn't interested. Weird one she was, or maybe I was the non-social one. I have always been one of the types that make friends not so easily but break up with them VERY easily. But let's not talk about me here. This blog is especially for Zainab Khalid.

Once she became one of the people that I did talk to in the University, (because of the "third" girl; for whom i would be writing a blog very soon..so no names) there were many things that i definitely did not know about myself but she did, which was funny, but it made me get still more not-interested in her somehow. There were voices telling me that we cannot be friends and probably there were voices around her whispering to her from the past that I was a freak.

Well many weeks passed and I still didn't like her, NOT that I DISLIKED her. But talking to her was good. It somehow became enjoyable listening to her constant blabbering about some issue which i would be totally ignorant about. Yes an ignoramus I was, ignoramus I am. I listened to what she said and the "talks" were "talked about" again between me and..Well..a person I thought I could be friends with. Bad times..here they can be called DESPERATE times.

So both of us moved on.

I talked to her..gossiped about her...sometimes defended her. Most of the times i remained neutral about her. There came a time when our lives were in a state where a microbiologist would refer to them as two bacteria trying to conjugate through pili..but of course that was our lives and not us. We were in the same group of friends but she never became important as she should have been as a friend until I was forced to know her. Sometimes it happens that when you talk about someone too much-for or against-you somehow develop an urge to know them more. It's your greed to prove to someone else that they're wrong about the particular person under consideration or simply you covet to show the veracity of your view of the human that you met.

I started realizing that she was not just another person in my life long after the actual "incident" had happened. She had already taken over the position of the one person that would be there to lecture me about other people and how relationships should be dealt with. It were the circumstances going on then that made her talk to me about such things. It was good talk always. I shouted in front of her and other members of the group (One, two and three..they will have their blogs :P) and all of them would try to calm me down. I knew she would disagree with me on most of the things that i said but she never really said that openly. I liked that about her. She would still annoy me at times saying things that i would be denying all the time and she just blurted them out.

--CLIMAX--

And then she went through the same and DUDE..that was when the MORON actually got what it was all about. THEN did the bonding really start. We gossiped about a bitch. We talked about a bitch. we called a BITCH a BITCH and only THEN did we become true SOUL MATES!!

hahahahahahahahahah!..:P :P :P :P :P :P :P

True Story..:P :P..is se ziada chuss ni maari jati meray se..:P

The story does not end here to know more details about this girl...and let me tell you...this would now include "LOUVE" WITH A MAN OF BOOKS too..to get more of this not-hot-ness please comment..:P