We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him ? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence. - Joseph La Roux It takes a lifetime to have that one single friend , one whom you know is a friend , one whose soul is connected to yours in some idyllic manner , one who will be there when fate tells you that youre alone , one who is your reflection , one who is you . We make a lot of friends in life , starting from the very beginning i.e childhood . That play-time friend , that friend who used to eat your tiffin , that friend who used to share homeworks , that friend who helped you when nobody did , that friend whom you helped when nobody did , that friend who used to tease you in front of your crush , that friend who used to teach you during exams , that friend who is only a friend on the internet , and alike . But , in the course of time , we filter them out and hold close to heart the ones who have accepted you as you are , and eventually have won you . The fairy tale ends right here . Work , money , distance , and every little detail of life you negligibly cared about become your obstacles and eventually part you from the little filtered parts of your soul you held on to in your previous life . You go , you come , you sleep , and repeat ; weeks , months , years . Everything turns grey . But , in the due course , those little droplets of joy which come to you once every bunch of days when you meet those friends , keeps you alive , keeps you colourful ; going . The laughter , the relaxed heartbeat , the open mouthed talks , all make that stinging little pain in the middle of your chest ease out ; well,disappear . But then , there are those friends too , who have drifted apart from you both emotionally and physically . The friends , the moments with whom are now gradually turning into figments . You remember them , and think , was that real ? Were we really there ? Was that really a blissful time ? Were those my friends ? You sometimes call them , and find out that they are stuck in their own life . You meet them , and you feel you are meeting a new person altogether . You blame them for not calling you , they blame you for not remembering them . Everything just fades out . You feel the time has failed you . Or maybe you have failed the test of time , lost your friends , lost your soul . And then you realize . It was not about those people at all . It was about those moments which you lived with them which remains etched forever . You may even fail to remember their names , but you will never fail to reminisce the events which made those people , which made you . So , to the long lost , and to the ones who will be lost in the course of time : I will never forget what I gained and what I lost . And I am happy for both of it . So , thank you . Thank you for those moments . The moments which are now a part of me . They will remain forever with me , even if you arent there . In the form of pictures that painted my soul , in the form of locations embedded in my heart , in the form of laughters engraved in my cheeks ,in the form of madness evident in my actions , in the form of stories Ill tell to my young ones , and in the form of my being . Ill be selfish and take all of it to the very end . And dont you worry . If one day fate brings us back together , Ill welcome you again to my hearts backyard , where we will play , eat , laugh , talk , and live for the moments which once made me call you , a friend . P.S - Happy Friendship Day !
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 05:25:00 +0000
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