Old Friends

No matter how much I try, there are certain people I cannot forget. No matter how much they hurt me and how many times I promised my self I would put them out of my mind. Some how they manage to crawl into my life again.


Read an interesting blog and it made me think of R. Who says you cant be just friends with the opposite sex. R was only guy I loved for the friend he was, never saw him as any thing else and no matter what other people say - it was a platonic relationship.


The first day I met him, we spoke for over an hour. Walking up and down the street, while I waited for my car to come. And thats how it always was.


Talk every night for a couple of hours.

Laugh about the most inconsequential aspects of our lives.

He was the one I called after bombing a huge presentation,

He was the one I diverted all my calls so I dint need to listen to people telling me how much I screwed up.

He was the one, who would take me for a drive when I felt I would go crazy if I stayed at home.

I would think twice before daring to try a fag, for what would he think.

He is the one who told me to tell tubby that I liked him.

He is the one who listened to me when I had a stupid fight with blondie over tubby.

He taught me how to eat rajma and aloo bujiya

I would always stand up for him.

I always had time for him.


But then things began to change. He dint have the time for me. I could'nt deal with it.
We fought.
I got mad - he remained passive.
I waited for him to call and apologize. He never did. I got sick of waiting and I called him. I apologized for being stubborn, I wanted things to go bak the way they were.

I left the ball in his court, but he had already left the game. I still miss him, 3 years have passed. I met him once, to an outsider it seemed like two strangers were meeting.
How could he have forgotton all the fun we had....

I miss him.. but I guess he's not coming back.

These days have gone my friend
Of careless laughter and unbridled fun
We no longer talk about our future
No long chats about the days ahead
We are there my friend
We are all grown up
It’s sad we are not as close as we thought we would be
You’re far and so am I
The current is rough
Our problems turbulent
I guess there will always be the good old days
Some where in the dark recesses of our mind