Dropped into a class that one strange year,

Saw her, thought she’s a threat

Never knew she’d be the best one I’d get.

From bowling lanes to late-night chats,

Calls that stretched into the morning light,

Where even sleep surrendered without a fight.

From roasting me daily without a pause,

To correcting my grammar like it’s a noble cause.

We fight like siblings, but somehow we always find a way back,

Sending childhood stickers like a peace contract.

Months have passed, still no meet in sight,

Yet this bond only grows, steady and bright.

I’ll “tick the bocket” to meet you soon

Till then, wear your “mismatched sleeepers” and wait.

Here’s to Kushi, chaos wrapped in charm,

A sweet kind of storm that keeps life warm.

You’re the poetry the world forgets to write,

And I’m thankful I got to read few lines of it.

And with your perfect English you’re always wrong.