Friendships come and go. And in case of people like me, I dont know how to keep in touch, and I just let go. Once a common thread is lost, something and someone who is just so much part in your day to day life, slowly fades into the background and most of them just fizzle off, after a while disappearing from our lives and sometimes from our memories as well and in case of person like me, its just too much possible. But a few have managed to tug back in my memory and just dont seem to let go. Sometimes, even when I with intent try to let go, tired of their well meaning but persistent questioning (didnt I clear that I am limited edition?) but still they dont let go. One of them is my post graduate friend, and god knows I have really treated her badly. But she survives, perhaps one day she will really kick my a** but nevertheless, she is one who will stay with me, maybe till we both grey ( I already am, I am wondering if I am still a blackhead or can I be considered as a premature baldie) with she calling me vanri ( monkey in gujrati, her mother tongue) and me calling her biladi (cat, in gujrati again).
Leaving aside a group or two on whatsapp, I actively wonder with whom I really am in touch with, except of course relatives, in-laws or otherwise and one name comes in mind.
I still remember the first time I met him. It was my first day as an (un) qualified language professional in an MNC. Forget about working in MNC, my earlier stints in being gainfully employed were in academics (a profession I am still passionate about and hope to go in at some time of my life), so I was mighty terrorized at working in an MNC, and in a profession about which I didn't have a hint about (of course at the end of which, it has become my preference 2 in comeback professions...preference 1 is of course academics). Of course like most other MNCs, this one had free conveyance to and fro the premises which most of the employees used, and which ofcourse I used as well. And so in the morning, at the time of catching the conveyance, I went at the approximate stop and there he was. Now, he seemed to be the only relevant one (ok, so he carried the typical bag and wore a formal attire but that is a different matter altogether ) to confirm the location as all the others were either half drowsy shop owners or a dog or two lolling by. After he confirmed the same. We both stood waiting for the bus, my bodyguard (read a bit tensed aaibai : reason of tension: how will her 24 year old baby travel alone...haha...nopes..no mollycoddling...just pure concern) went in the direction of the temple. In the due course of same path and timings of comings and goings, we became fast friends. We incidentally share(d) mutual interests of books and of course laughing at silliest of things (which of course left a few of other friends wondering if we have lost it...those who know me well know I am a different breed altogether but now thats a different story...god too many different stories are coming in one small story). Then slowly on sites happened, different locations happened, marriages happened (and with person like me lots of shift deletes happened) but still he managed to keep in touch ( yes I admit, our friendship has not lasted because of me). And then I came to big ben's home, at that time not expecting to stay this long but still a hi from time to time happened and recently when I was back I met his whole family, the cute kaccha bacchas included. We both have matured enough to not joke kiddis jokes but I still managed to share a laugh and moment with each member of his family and it gave me warmth to the core of the heart and I really thanked god for giving me a caring and concerned friend like R. And then when I had a Shel Silverstein book and read a kiddie poem, the first person, who I thought would really appreciate was undoubtedly you know who.
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