It was early in the morning, I was packing my things to move in to our new dream home on the shores of an island. Yes, we were moving out of India, to a dream destination we have always been talking about when we were into a relationship. Samyukt had managed to get his work station transferred to the Maldives. I was happily packing, shoving away my school and college stuff that had been laid out in my chest of memories.
I wanted to pack what was very dear to me and college stuff was absolute trash. As I was discarding the things in the chest one by one, I happened to lay my hands on my slam book and a yellowed photo album which had been neglected for over 6 years. I opened the album to see the 70 cheering faces of my class happily glancing at me. Well, I was one of them, accompanied by my then-best-friend Reeta. I happily had my hands wrapped over her shoulders and hers on mine.
The days of our absolute intimacy, the days of our endless riots into the restroom to bunk classes, when we had so much fun together stealing into other’s conversations, picking fun at other girls, our lecturers, the umpteen sleepovers that we have had and the endless talks that we pursued, staying awake all night, the days when we had absolute trust in each other and was there to lend a hand to the other all the time.
It was a time of absolute companionship, joy and blissful memories. As I unleashed each memory into my thoughts, rethinking all the fun I shared with her, the memories intensified my yearning for her presence; I felt tears rolling down my cheek. After graduation, she had been trying to maintain contact with me, but somehow I was engrossed with my own self that I completely neglected her calls, letters and mails. I felt the same pang of absence of good companionship, suddenly I felt lonely and yearned for her warm presence, cheerful smile and her naughty pranks that humored me.
I suddenly realized the value of the relationship that we shared. It was totally uncomplicated, there were no expectations on the part of her and none in me, the tie or promise of the ‘forever together’ was not there, the compulsion to be with one another was absent, there were no future prospects we had planned like in a relationship of love, there were no exchange of gifts between us, even on birthdays, there were occasional fights on very petty issues which would resolve as quickly as ever possible, there were no inhibitions, jealousy or unhealthy competition.
The friendship had matured into a beautiful emotional bonding which was risk-free as there were no monetary or physical commitments as in a relationship of love or marriage. As I picked up my phone to call her and apologize, I was very sure that she would respond with equal joy and there would not be any crevice over the friendship that we shared earlier as a result of the years that had passed by. True to my instincts, she responded to me with resonating happiness and child-like joy. My heart had rightly predicted that we both were jumping in excitement on getting back in touch with each other.
Such is a beautiful and intense friendship. It does not have the breaking-up factor, it is free of insecurities as in a relationship of love, it does not have change in mutual attitude of the people involved over time and it is pure with not a hint of any expectation or the heavy bondage that we carry when in other relationships. Renew your friendship if at all you aren’t in touch with your best buddies of old times because you’ll be missing out a lot for sure, if you don’t.
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