My lovely friend Simran has been my constant since day one, she has been my friend since the time I cannot even remember, she is kind, sweet, humble and a little stubborn. She was always up the alley with her grades and her performance in school, she has always been one of the toppers of the class, her family , her friends were proud of her. Simran has always been the kind of child who listens to her parents first and her heart, later. When the time of selecting her future came, her parents wanted her to be a doctor, they wanted her to take admission in a medical school and luckily, she got through(getting admission in a medical college is exceptionally hard). Every one was overwhelmingly happy but I noticed something strange, Simran was not that happy, she was smiling and enjoying her farewell party but her smile did not have that spark that it usually did. I went ahead and asked her if she was happy, to which she said that she was okay and then asked me to look at her parents, who were full of joy, laughter and happiness. I did find Mr and Mrs Mehra really happy but Simran could not answer my question, if she was happy, she was never able to lie to me since I knew her too well.
Time flew by , Simran and I got busy in our respective colleges, she was living in Punjab and studying medical while I was pursuing my dream of becoming a dancer, along with my college.
So, jumping on next year’s Christmas eve, Simran was home and I thought of meeting her, so I called her outside and decide to talk over coffee. She was so happy to see me(we were meeting after two years), we had so much to tell each other(we talked less because both of us were busy). She told me that her campus was beautiful and she loved her medical school, she was also dating a boy in college and they were pretty serious about each other. She inquired about my life and my dream of becoming a dancer, so, I told that I was happy and she was very proud of me and considered me lucky. This time I could surely sense that something was wrong and now she could not hide it anymore, she told me that although she loves the college, loves her boyfriend and everything, she doesn’t want to be a doctor, she wants to be a professional photographer. I was stunned, I always thought that it was her dream to be a doctor, to which she said it was her parent’s dream. She asked me to not to disclose it to her parents and unfortunately, I had to agree,but I kept pestering her to at least talk to her parents.
I finally managed to convince her to talk to her parents and when she did, they were so cool about it! They agreed on one condition, that Simran would finish her college first and then she was free to pursue whatever she liked. Simran happily agreed and finally she purchased her first Nikon camera from her savings, she got the camera to learn the art of photography on her campus as it was very beautiful. As she progressed in her college and photography, people saw that she was a really talented photographer, she posted the pictures on Instagram to get a good audience for herself and the first picture she posted was of me, with an instagram caption for sister. I cried happy tears of joy because I knew my soul sister was happy and joyous now.
She is now a very famous photographer and her photos are put up in art galleries and get viral on social media quite soon