A particular friend of mine tried to teach me her way of friendship. She was a dreamer(I hope she still is), a lot more than I was, am or ever would be. Nutty or not(she's the only one who supports this side), she had a different views about how things are. If a few of my Infosys friends remember, the most famous one was that you could also serve in shuttle badminton by throwing it up in the air. There were many a discussions running into hours and turning really nasty. The temper getting lost and the foul smell of fights permeating. We disagreed, among many others ,particularly on one topic, of how people should treat their friends. I always was the more expressive one trying to keep in touch ,reassure my love and my support. She, on the other hand, believed it should all be in the heart and needn't be expressed. With other sweet people around we thrived more on our friendship than on our differences and had a great time together. As all friendships lose their strength with a separation ours too did, a rather expressive one, contrary to what she believed. I still remember the sadness on her face when we saw her off at Bangalore on our way to Chennai(should I mention that you cried?).
Life moves on, we find new friends and survive but the friendship still remains. We kept in touch and continued our fights over phone. And then came the day every girl would be looking forward. She found her hero and moved with him out of the country. New life, new people, new place. It has been months since I heard from her. There would always be new reasons to keep yourself busy. But there is no reason for not being in touch. Your friend misses you. Where are you?
A Foot Note:My dear friend, if you ever read this. There are no excuses for not telling me your number or where you are.
