Meet Farah, ladies and gentlemen

 
 

I met a girl in the spring of 2007.  A mutual friend introduced us. For purposes of this piece we’ll call her Farah, one of my closest friends and lifesaver. We parted ways on 22 December of 2012 after a very good 5 year relationship.
Let me tell you a little about this girl named Farah. She’s round; compact and pale faced. Forget her appearance, Farah is high maintenance and very demanding too. I love her nevertheless. In our 5 years together, we had a rule to call each other every day. Every now and then I’d forget about her, for days on end sometimes.  Life gets busy and apart from that, I detest rules.  Well, to be fair in such cases I would make it up to her and make not only morning calls but goodnight calls as well. 22 December 2012, I made one last call and thanked her for having played such a big role in my life and said goodbye.
Today 25 November 2015 I found myself looking for her and there she was, same vicinity we met all those years ago only she had changed spots. I said hello. She smiled; she gave me a hug and made herself comfortable AGAIN.
 
So we’re back together, ladies and gentlemen. Hello and welcome back my beautiful Farah, I sure have missed you…NOT


                                                 Who/What is Farah? I'll let you chew on that














                                                     




 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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