Recently I made a new friend. Someone that I think given time, can be a friend I have made for life. You know the kind.
While having dinner with her and talking of good ‘ol days I mentioned a story about an old friend, one of my oldest friends. You know the kind. I told my new friend how my old friend showed her middle finger at Yuvi Singh. (Yes! The cricketer!!) She is probably the only girl in India who has given him the finger! Bottom line, I missed her so much that I had to call her up, which I did. We finally talked after two years. We talked for a while. Rather I did most of the talking and she listened, she laughed. It was good. It was great. We promised that the next time we meet we’ll go out by ourselves, just like old times.
Life has changed for the both of us. We are in different continents. We do different things with our lives. We have different friend circles. She is a mother now while I am still trying to grapple with realities of being an adult. We grew up together, we have grown apart in between, gotten close again. Our mothers once agreed that ours is an unconditional friendship. As we grow older I find that to be true.
It seems like only yesterday that we were dissecting seeds and playing scientists with the test tubes & beaker her mother bought for us. We used to trick our younger siblings into doing other things so that we could hang out by ourselves. As teenagers, she was the guru that taught me what a “crush” is, half-mocking me while doing so. From playing investigators to shinning trees and cycling almost all the way to the next district, we did everything together. We possible taught each other to be fearless and to live our lives the way we wanted to, never mind the gossip-mongering neighbors. Our loves, fears, jubilant moments, we told each other almost everything.
Now that I look back, I don’t think I have told her enough what and how much she means to me.
She, is my friend. That one friend that I wish everyone must have – to grow up together, to learn from each other, to get drunk and live together and hopefully grow old together. She is that one person who I know to be stronger than me, more fearless and as crazy. She is that one person who I will go back to every time I need a friend.
Yes, she is my friend. And I’d like to tell her – I love you, my friend. And I am so glad that you are a part of me.
And I hope you both stay as friends for a v long time to come. Like you, I have left my childhood friends and after 18 years apart, it’s not easy to go back to what it once was.
Yes I agree! 18 years is a long time. You just change as people don’t you!
Hey! Nice post!
I also have a friend like this..in fact, had. We had some differences after which we stopped talking to each other. But every time I see the words best friend, I think of noone else but her. After reading this, I have started feeling that I should probably call her n get back like we once were. Life is too short to hold grudges! 
And I hope you two stay friends forever.
You’ve left me all curious as to who this is
That’s part of the fun! I never name the people I write about.
One who doesn’t have a friend of this sort should be really missing something…, alle?