It is just a small incident, which is happening quite commonly. And I am just quoting it….
It all just happened one day, when we were all set to pay a visit to my mom’s college mate who was residing in Bangalore, closer to our apartment. My kids got ready and were so excited to go and meet them. As usual after all the dressing up and the hype about going, as we were approaching the apartment, kids started questioning ” Is it mom’s friend or grandmoms? ” I kept on repeating, that it is grandma’s friend. But seems it was not convincing for them.
It put me to thought why it was not so convincing for them.
But it is true, we all are confining ourselves into smaller circles drifting away from the old friends (with a very few still remaining) and then moving on.
When we were in schools and colleges, we may have a lot many friends, like uncountable, we enjoy a lot with them, treasuring every moment with them, promising that we all shall meet again. But how many do the same . Especially in ladies case, it is quite not happening. After years spend revolving around the marital and parental responsibilities, we all get to meet up like some oldies get together or maybe mid range 40s meet up.
When we get married we make a friends circle with hubby’s friends and family. When we have kids, we make a friends circle with our kid’s friends parents. This cycle keeps on moving, and our friends do the same, a few like me are exemption who in spite of finding no time to do anything, keeps reminding a few friends that I am still here around and hope you remember me .. 😛 ( the blessing of social media though).
Everyone drift away after one point …and we have to just move on. It is hard at times, when we crave an old-time conversation, a bite to share , am afternoon under the trees talking all nonsense or even just walk around the market window shopping ….o just do nothing but remind ourselves we are still the same old girls who met and spend time together on the campus in spite of the studies.
Memories flood in, as I recollect those days with my friends, unable to bring them back makes me sullener. But past is at times a memorable one to recollect. Some friends remain the same, some turn strangers and some just turn numb. It is hard to be in this world, where emotions are getting dried away. One day we all are going to be barren lands which need watering.
—–This is in memory of all my beloved friends, whom I miss.
And to those, who are still in my phone book, you are my sweethearts, as you are always with me, even when miles away…