To me, my friends are like snowflakes - none like the other. Some with angles of enthusiasm,others fully goofy, some with crystal clear thoughts , corners of humor, yet others with practicality. I love having each one of them in my life - how each interaction brings out a different hue, of me and you.
With some, I exchange silent,exclusive smiles with the world oblivious to the conversations that just happened with just the eyes. Others are absolute essentials for a wild dancing night and for the rambunctious chatter on hikes. With some, I make future plans -ranging from when is our next cycle ride/trip to discussing our next 5 year plans. Some to jam, sing, hum, beatbox and bring out the musicality with yet others to quietly sit at Nariman point with. Friends who have got me into trouble and friends who I have relied on to get me out of it - out of flat tyres post drive through lonely jungles in neighbouring state and the likes, of dressing up wounds in the ER post party injuries. With some, I'd leave for a motorbike trip,Himalayan trek across states at the drop of a hat and others who I need to confirm and coordinate thrice just to meet up for a movie in the same neighbourhood. Some who know my deep,dark secrets and others who entrust me with theirs.
I've learnt a lot from all of them. About friendship,life and myself.
Disclaimer - I don't think I am a good friend, at all! Infact I wouldnt want to be friends with me if I were you!
But over time, my pals have made me more human. I can laugh at myself now ( almost! ) Some have taught me how to keep in touch, no matter how much the distance & time separating us. Some, to give them space when needed.The value of just dropping everything for a bear hug, cup of coffee( a cycle ride/ walk through the hills ) and loads of yapping,laughs and some tears.
Currently what eats me is the fear of growing apart in the process of growing up! There are friends who I meet after months, but we pick up where we left off, feels like we met just yesterday. Yet others who get offended if I don't go out for meals with them frequently enough or text them every alternate day. Everyday, I am trying to figure out who is who!
I can sense that feeling that's lurking around. The one that grips me everytime a batch graduates from Uni. How would it be to not have my people around as we set out on life's trails, some which intersect soon or some never again?
I am sure we will all make new friends,have fun. Just that it will be different - different faces, mixed up tempo, varied priorities.
And so I've realised I need to collect my seashells, my keepsakes...
During a stroll on the beach (life) from time to time, I will pick up a fistful of sand, open up and let the wind (time) blow out the sandgrains and leave behind a few but beautiful seashells for me to keep for good!
With some, I exchange silent,exclusive smiles with the world oblivious to the conversations that just happened with just the eyes. Others are absolute essentials for a wild dancing night and for the rambunctious chatter on hikes. With some, I make future plans -ranging from when is our next cycle ride/trip to discussing our next 5 year plans. Some to jam, sing, hum, beatbox and bring out the musicality with yet others to quietly sit at Nariman point with. Friends who have got me into trouble and friends who I have relied on to get me out of it - out of flat tyres post drive through lonely jungles in neighbouring state and the likes, of dressing up wounds in the ER post party injuries. With some, I'd leave for a motorbike trip,Himalayan trek across states at the drop of a hat and others who I need to confirm and coordinate thrice just to meet up for a movie in the same neighbourhood. Some who know my deep,dark secrets and others who entrust me with theirs.
I've learnt a lot from all of them. About friendship,life and myself.
Disclaimer - I don't think I am a good friend, at all! Infact I wouldnt want to be friends with me if I were you!
But over time, my pals have made me more human. I can laugh at myself now ( almost! ) Some have taught me how to keep in touch, no matter how much the distance & time separating us. Some, to give them space when needed.The value of just dropping everything for a bear hug, cup of coffee( a cycle ride/ walk through the hills ) and loads of yapping,laughs and some tears.
Currently what eats me is the fear of growing apart in the process of growing up! There are friends who I meet after months, but we pick up where we left off, feels like we met just yesterday. Yet others who get offended if I don't go out for meals with them frequently enough or text them every alternate day. Everyday, I am trying to figure out who is who!
I can sense that feeling that's lurking around. The one that grips me everytime a batch graduates from Uni. How would it be to not have my people around as we set out on life's trails, some which intersect soon or some never again?
I am sure we will all make new friends,have fun. Just that it will be different - different faces, mixed up tempo, varied priorities.
And so I've realised I need to collect my seashells, my keepsakes...
During a stroll on the beach (life) from time to time, I will pick up a fistful of sand, open up and let the wind (time) blow out the sandgrains and leave behind a few but beautiful seashells for me to keep for good!
open up and let the wind (time) blow out the sand grains and leave behind a few but beautiful seashells for me to keep for good!
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