Friends, Memories And More

Happy Friendship Day said Facebook to me. I smiled. Really!!! I mean do I really need one particular day to celebrate the existence of my friends? Personally, I do not. My friends matter a lot to me. I do not need one day in a year to acknowledge their presence. In fact they have quietly walked into my life and stood by me at all times. 

I still remember when I was a kid, with my pigtails swaying behind as I danced on my way to school. There were days when I would get late for the morning assembly. My buddies would fill up my space and quietly let me sneak in when the classes were dispersed. There were days when lunch boxes were swapped and food breaks were celebrated. And then, a time came when I reached college.

Come what may and try hard as I could, I would invariably end up missing the first class of the day. Yet again, my buddies would mark me present and jot down points for me. I vividly remember the days we would all bunk our classes only to sit in the cafeteria for a long chat.
Soon I grew up. Every bird flies away and so did I.

Reached a new place and joined the gruelling training session, the kind that toughens you up both mentally and physically. There were times when I felt like giving up. I felt I could no longer go on. Those were the days when my buddies made me cope up, made me challenge myself. Training over time for job.

My first assignment got me hooked on to what work lay ahead for me. And as luck would have it, love made a quiet entry in the garb of friendship. I had found my best friend in my sweetheart. Life could not have been happier. But happiness has a short shelf life. Mine did too.

With my sweetheart's death and responsibilities on my shoulder, I had no choice but to go on. I had my buddies who kept pepping me up when I hit rock bottom. I survived and tried living his dreams, wearing his shoes. I guess I slowly lost myself. Voila! In walked a new set of buddies from all over the world, from all parts of the country, from all walks of life. Eleven months of association but life's worth of memories. Are these my real buddies then?

No, my buddies are not these alone or the ones from my childhood. They kept walking in at every stage of my life and quietly stayed on making my list grow longer. To me, every friend is precious, even those whom I have never met in real life but interacted with in the virtual world as well. But I am a mother and my children are growing up.

This makes me a bit greedy. My heart wants more. The day my kids become young adults my exhaustive Buddy List will get completed. And I cannot express how eagerly I am waiting for my two BFFs to grow up and treat me their equal. Until then, it is my world of motherhood, friends and all the associated memories.

So, if I celebrate every day as Friendship Day am I wrong???

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