01/12/13 I pray that I do you justice. My sweet angel, this one is for you. I remember when we were in primary school, but we weren’t in the same class. Varuna told me how you, she and your brother were the ultimate mischief makers. She remembers how you always liked to beat all the boys in every single exam, and when you gave her the chicken pox and then you said, “Well best friends share everything!” Dear Nush, I remember us being in the same class in forms 1, 2 and 3 in Convent, and in Lower and Upper 6 too. I remember playing Ludo in the bio lab, when we were just so tired of studying for CAPE and how you always knocked my pawn off the board and beat me no matter how hard I tried. I remember you forever playing all fours in Dook’s Chem lessons; you teaming up with tiny lil’ Sarika to “gih dem fellas lix.” I remember how you were so surprised when we brought an entire cake from J.T.A. all the way to Preysal to celebrate your birthday in lessons. And everyone in class watched us funny. And then how everyone wanted cake. But no one can ever understand the depth of our friendship. Dear Nush, I remember when we all went to S.F.A.S. during the August vacation in Lower 6, and you had just returned from Aruba and all I could see were your teeth, and how you told me you wished you could go back and talk to that cute guy with all the tattoos. Dear Nush, I remember when we went on a chemistry field trip with Tanty Jaggy, (I think it was to WASA) in Upper 6, and the bus had almost left you because you woke up so late. Wait, it did! I remember the bus turning around to pick you back up from school, and you casually walking down the back gate stretch towards the bus as if you had all the time in the world. And how you walked towards the wrong end of the bus looking for the door to get inside, just to realize that the door was on the other side of the bus. And then you, finally finding the bus door, only to bonx yuh head while trying to get inside of the darn bus. That was our Nush, always “outatiming,” but she never gave up without a fight. Dear Nush, I find myself repeating your name because I can’t seem to let go just yet. I find myself scrolling down your twitter timeline, reading countless tweets about how you tried to make muffins but you were pretty sure that you failed miserably, and you would complain about how your mom only sending you candy crush requests on facebook. When I look at your mom, I see you. Nush always spoke highly of her mom. She used to always pack nice food for Nush too. I remember around Carnival time when you complained about how your parents were liming too much, and you said that you had to beg them to stay home so you could study. I remember you posting a pic of you and Kes, and you boasting to me how much you loved his coconut cup, and I was so jealous. Dear Nush, I remember us complaining about our crazy hair that we could never seem to tame, (God knows where we get it from), and how you always wanted me to come over to attempt to straighten it. I remember you asking me what I wanted for my birthday and how you told me you’d take me out for dinner when I said that I’d never been to a real dinner out at night before. Now it will never be. I remember your dad speaking highly of you for your 17th birthday, he was so proud of all your achievements. Dear Nush, I remember Stefan, you and I and our Skype date when we tried to make ends meet for Comm exam. And when we just couldn’t see the light, we did what we always do best – Tabanca mode fuh it. From Journey to Outfield to Aerosmith, we ranted it out all. I remember you introducing me to the show Once Upon A Time because I always complained to you about how lonely I was, and you would tell me that someday I would find my own Prince Charming too. I remember us going to the Divali Nagar and getting Om tattoos on our backs. I could go on and on, but the full is just too much to tell. Memories. Oh, how we wish we could make so many more with you. You had a very colourful personality, always laughing, and making us laugh, always with this positive attitude and energy. You were always “d life ah d party.” You are strong, vibrant, courageous, and ambitious. For us, you would always be alive in our hearts and our friendship will live on because of all the amazing times we had. You have touched each of our lives in a different way and you are loved so much. We will miss you in every second, breath and moment that goes by. You were an exceptional student, a loving sister and a daughter that could never be replaced. You were all we could ever ask for in a friend, and so much more. It’s now that we realize we aren't dust in the wind, but waves that wash up along the shore which all go back to the ocean eventually. They all leave memories for us to pick up from the sand, treasures that we will hold on to, for the rest of our lives. Anuskha, we love you <3