When I will be in love; I’ll blush when your name would be called by my friends, I’ll think about you more than often. Small things would remind me of you. Our songs would sing along in my ears, as I would take a seat in subway, I’ll day dream about us. I’ll bring you food from home, and call you when you feel nervous before your interview and talk you out. I’ll be your friend in need, your support system, your backbone, your listener, your advisor, whenever you need me through. When I’ll be in love with you, I’ll do what would be best for us.
You are sleeping on the other side of the bed, then you turn towards her, you see her face in the moonlight and think how beautiful she is. You want to lean in and kiss her, but you resist. You want to hold her hand, but you hold yourself back. Why are you afraid? Are you afraid of her reaction? Are you afraid of the what ifs? What if she refuse, what if she says no? You are not sure of what would happen. So you don’t try. But you know, trying is not bad. It can make you gain confidence in your actions, it can make you feel loved, cared.
There were they, two individuals, poles apart, yet building a great friendship on same saved foundation.
Disclaimer: This post is purely fictional but is inspired by true friendship of real people in real life.
It was the third night of the horrendous week of what we called exams, but in reality they were the culminating stressors, sucking every ounce of blood from their weak bodies. Walking through the corridor, there Sivan was, forming a strategy in his mind, planning how he would divide the hours left in the night to complete his units. By then he attempted physics and chemistry but the next day he had to face his worst nightmare: Mathematics. Sivan never liked numbers, even in college he tried his best to get through the math class, but always failed to understand the quadratic equations and Eigen values. He was in that thought process when he saw a guy from his class, holding his mathematics book along with him. “Where are you going?“, Sivan asked him. It was past midnight and the library was closed, then where was he going, Sivan thought. “Roy is telling the important topics for tomorrow’s exam“, the guy went downstairs in a hurry. “Important Topics?” “Where?”, Sivan shouted from the corridor, “102”, the diminishing voice replied.
You are alone in a crowded place, you see your friends in a corner drinking cheap beer and laughing, you want to go there, but you don’t want to go there. You are tired of their shabby comments on your looks, tired of their opinion of what you seem to do in life. It feels like they are crossing the boundaries, taking control of things that belong to your persona. “Hey Samara, over here“, you are too late, they call you over to share their drinks. Alas! how do you tell, you don’t like the taste of that cheap beer, and you hate their mean comments.
Nothing much is required to have long lasting bonds, just trust, respect and friendship.
“Hello! Can you please click a picture of us“, I handed my camera to the stranger who was passing by. She gave me a nod and waited for us to give a pose. We stood together, one hand on our waists and other gesturing the V sign. Smiling like idiots, trying not to laugh, we stood still waiting for us to be clicked. “Thank You“, I came forward to get the camera back. “Happy Now!“, Myra exclaimed as we walked to the front of YOLO 21, a famous cafe in the city of hearts, Delhi.
Every year we went to that place to relieve our stress and anxiety before exams. It was our pamper party to fill our bellies the one last time before we were summoned under the burden of books to get ourselves tortured like the pig for slaughter in the slaughterhouse.
“Tell me how many picture do the three of us have together?“, I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know, a few maybe”, Reeya pulled a chair opposite to where I sat. “3 years and a few, do you see that?” I was making a big deal out of it. Why should I have not made it a big deal? We knew each other for three long years and hardly got clicked together. “We don’t need pictures, we have memories, tons of them“, well Myra was telling the truth, in the past three years of college we have had our share of fun. “And we are gonna make more memories in the last semester as well“, Reeya put forth a wide smile at the thought of being bad ass in the last semester, by which she meant attending least number of classes, going to the trip to mountain and getting drunk on every college occasion.