There was a time during my exams that only Harry knows about. I was initially planning on telling no-one but what the heck.
It was the night before an important exam. It was the paper I understood best and the one I had the most notes for. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldnt focus.
I sat on my armchair and wished all my favourite TY’s for their Boards. I removed my nailpolish. I applied new nailpolish. I made faces at my curls. I turned my TV up loud. I started getting desperate. I called Harry.
Now Harry is one of those people who always knows when you’re NOT ok, even when you dont know it.
And for some irritating and lovable reason, hes under the firm belief that I am NEVER ok.
Our conversation went something like this:
Harry: You ok?
Kyra: Im ok.
Harry: Youre not ok.
Kyra: How do YOU know that?
Harry: Do you have any Robbie Williams?
Kyra: Harry, this is getting very random.
Harry: Listen to Something Beautiful.
And that was it. After making faces at the phone and spluttering out a few signature Kyra-sounds, I coaxed Mr. Dibble into finding me all the Robbie Williams I had. Mr Dibble, the moody darling that he is, realised that this was an emergency, and he found it for me. I put off the TV and put on my night-light. I sat on my arm-chair and I listened.
And I listened again.
And one more time.
And a few more times after that.
I still wasnt very focused. But I took a long bubble bath and sat up all night studying wearing my happy yellow chappals all the while. I wasnt happy.
But I was at peace.
And peace is something I have very little of.
Its something I value even more than joy.
Or even Forever for that matter.
There was a compulsory 14-mark question comprising of the one topic I hadnt studied.
It didnt matter.
I had something beautiful coming my way.
To My Harry
for making our friendship so wonderfully boring.