I Was thinking of old friends today and how many of them have slipped away.some of them have moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.It reminded me of falling leaves,like in every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.some stay longer than others, but eventually each leaf must fall and in the spring new leaves will grow.
Life always follows this full circle like nature does.Somehow ,someway we forget crackling those laughter's with old friends for reasons unknown, bursting into tears with emotions bold but when the sun shines bright we prefer autumn friends of old , which always acts as one strong leaf, which would always stick with the tree despite the blow of the wind. It might sound a little silly but when ever i think of this last leaf of friendship- I think of You
It takes the smallest of triggers to open up the doors to your past and extract loving memories from it, and live in them for a while.
Falling into the mirage of those wonderful days together...........I recall....Popping head from the rickshaw even before it had come to a stop, looking up and waving madly,passing big smiles and bear hugs in the middle of school stairs,roaming arm in arm, in one of the corridors of our school, my french plates and yours ever perfect silky short hair that i was jealous off,those colourful ties differentiating our assembly houses,passing smiles to our house captains while herding in a line towards our classes, cleaning the class board, volunteering to bring chalks from school staff, waiting eagerly for recess , sharing our lunch boxes,trying to impress our teachers,burning the midnight oil lamps for combined studies at your place , sipping several cups of ( ginger + fennel seeds) tea, baking cakes together, eating bowl full of bhelpuri, sharing our dresses & our deep dark secrets too, searching for that perfect birthday gift, exchanging cards on every silly occasions and then counting them to know who's more popular in the class,sitting on the roof top of your house for hours n hours and discussing the silly school time crushes..............................ahhhhhhhhh and last but not the least of what i can recall is those momentous phone calls just after being back from the school and discussing at length ( may be breadth and width too) to discuss what all happened in the class today.
All these memories centred around a heart shaped photo frame that you gifted me. Golden coloured with two hearts to insert our photos( u had already put in yours). I might have overlooked it then but over years it has became my most favorite, having a special corner in my dressing mirror....and in my memories forever...
There are no words to describe the expectation that will lead to the moment when we will see each other again. The last time we met was during my college days in Pune, it lasted in a few minutes. But, our next meet will be the first ever time in our lives, when we will meet as mothers. !!!! This feeling is making me young again.so I think by the time I meet her, I just might be 16 again!mm
This Post is dedicated to a long lost Friend....
For this Look:
Top and Slip worn inside-CODE
Jeans- Forever New
FootWear- Bata shoes reviewed here
Belt -Globus also worn here