Hatchets buried finally :)

well, life was going on just the usual...monday afternoon...working after a real long holiday...and a friend mailed...after a real long time. not that she minded. she had long stopped doing that. burying her OVER sensitive self...under sheaths of carelessness, care a damn...and chalta hain attitude.
with equal vigor she answered the mail...and in the course she understood that beneath the usual calmness for which her friend was known , he did carry a lot of hurt and a lot more of it was given by her.
Incidently her friend has got engaged...but she didnt wish him. the cause was small but equally important and the hurt deep.
She realised that she needed to clear air...it was needed...for her, for him...and above all for their friendship.
This friend was her very good friend. they had shared similar interests and she loved his company...but like she had flawed, he had flawed too...and her action was just a an echo of his.....
without keeping pretenses, feigning innocence, asking for false apology, she decided she needed to be honest... that would surely help or hoped to help...
she drafted a mail, leaving aside the formalities she told of her feelings, how his informing her though a third person hurt her deeply and though she tried to forget the whole incident, she couldnt.....
she knew...perhaops the friend wont replay back......perhaps she should have been more sugary...but she immediatly shrugged off those thoughts...she was what she was...direct and no falsity...
and then.....................she saw his mail...that had real and heartfelt apologies...tears blurred her vision...she smiled...and sat back...reading the mail again and again...glad that the things were straightened up...back to normal