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.
It’s strange how people bond. Either you feel the vibes in a snap of a finger or it may take ages to build the bond.
Sun was shining bright and the wind was moist. It was rainy season, that time when it was supposed to rain cats and dogs. Contrarily, the sun was out giving me a harsh tan. But none of that really mattered. First, the roller coaster, then the free fall, and then this ride which took us back in the time of dinosaurs, I was having the time of my life in the wonderland.
“Maybe we should sit for a while“, Sivan started panting over the bench. “We have so much to cover, we can’t sit now“, I pulled him to stand, but miserably failed. “Easy“, he patted the space beside him “Sit for a while and relax. We don’t usually get away from office like this“, he had a point, I have been an intern for more than 3 months and I haven’t taken an off from work even when it was my day off. I was worn out and I needed some time to relax.
“So I went to this party..“ He rambled about the number of friends he had in his life. “How many friends do you have?”, he asked me then.
I started counting on my finger, “one, two, three, four and five“,
As I counted my friends on my finger tips, he started laughing looking at my fingers telling me how unfortunate I am. But my one question shut his mouth when I asked him, were all your friends there at your lowest point of life?
It took sometime, about 8 hours of long labour; and 2 hours of consistent pushing. But I finally came out crying.
I don’t remember anything of that time, but while going through my childhood pictures, she told me the story of how we first met.
I was 2 kg, timid little girl with pink flesh and tiny hands held in her arms with her soft eyes gleaming at me. She couldn’t stop smiling, “I love you my baby girl, forever and always“, that’s what she told me. Tears rolled down her cheeks as we both sat down looking at the images, I knew she would take a bullet for me, and I would do the same for her.
To all the mothers, whose selfless love is beyond this universe, who scold but care, who slap but spare, thank you for teaching me the meaning of life, being there for me, waking up till 2 AM, making me coffee during my exams.
You are our Superwomen, and we adore you for your sacrifices and unconditional love.
PS: I am dying to listen to your stories with your loved ones. Please share your special memory with your mother in the comments below.
She was lying down on the grass, looking at the sky with passing clouds. She looked at one which looked like the tears from a mother’s eye, the one of happiness which she shed when her baby first time cried. Then, next looked like a guy with mustache; like a Tamil superstar with two guns and cowboy hat. Next were like her friends, the one who were short and big nerd specs. And in line were the couples, hand in hand, eyes locking with eyes, staring at the naked souls with deep love that cannot be defined. She drifted to sleep in the cozy cold air, when she dreamed of the people who taught her love, compassion and empathy.
This February, let’s celebrate friendship, love and happiness. I’ll be sharing stories of individuals and the unique way of destiny playing its role in their first meeting. PS: Don’t forget to tell me about how you first met the one who means the most to you. Mom and I Work Friends YOLO 21 Mathematics Man and Wife Chemistry