Childhood Friendship Nostalgic
A heartfelt time spent with my childhood pal
How times change, inseparable friends, are now miles apart. Moving for education, work or due to wedding is known. We have known it all along. Seven years apart and yet heart longs for the companionship we once shared so deep. We know it would happen, to each of us. I can’t help but recall the endless late-night chats, talk over the balcony, our adventures, our long walks to share every detail of what is happening in our lives. I believe this is how childhood friendships are meant to be. The bond is deep, they are concrete — with its share of fights, disagreement and with genuine affection and care like families.
I have so many fond memories of that period of time with my friend. Those unplanned, cheerful, unhurried days of life and wandering about anywhere without thoughts was such a gift. We were partners in crime & fun. It was a time of life, I can never forget.
These thoughts and emotions come flooding my heart and leave me nostalgic. We still stay connected to the best extent possible, with two different time zones — me in India and my friend in the United States. An episode today which brought all these memories brimming in my heart — is a dream. I dreamt of my friend & I, like old times going around the city and doing her wedding shopping! Yes, a wedding. She is engaged to get married on 14 of this month and I feel distraught, I can’t be there or she is unable to celebrate it with full pomp & show with her parents, close friends and family like it was originally planned in India. The evil eye, the second wave of corona in India. For the third time, they had to postpone the wedding, and this time indefinitely! Till the steam cools off.
Now when I think the passage through life, those were beautiful moments I wouldn’t trade for anything — where everything was calm, peaceful, and well guarded. And then as we grew up there are those moments when we transitioned across the road to an unknown place; when we departed to take on new journeys which we did not share; an event where a journey ends and another begins. You have to say that last goodbye to those who have journeyed with you; not knowing when is the next time you’ll meet them; promised to stay in touch over the phone… Before you know it you’ve drifted away, yet your heart longs each other. It is a bittersweet feeling. You can’t avoid it, it is an inevitable part of the journey, but a sad realization nonetheless.
It is a feeling of tumbling down a hill and being carried along by a momentum having lost all control. I can recall many episodes of drifting away from the people you have known very close, to find yourself, making choices others don’t replicate, moving to strange new lands, letting life take its course.
I wish I could still get those unhurried time of friendship back to life, where there was nothing more than fun & frill, no jobs to think of, no responsibilities. Yes, I know her, I know her for life, and yet we’re so far apart.
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