A pack of 15 year old girls that cooed and cried in awe at the sound of the then-teen-pop-sensation the backstreet boys. For whom those first crushes shared were then the die hard secrets of a lifetime. A blend of tomboys and pretty dames that gelled and defined laughter at the together-times by the corridors of the school, near the next best happening place behind the school which was the newest stuffed toys and cards gallery in the vicinity, on the walls and by the roads of the buildings, at the stuffed row of one of the backward seats in the church. These frames flashed in black and white before me today as we, now the 24 year olds, walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, back in the same place where our little story of friendship began.
The dusty ground side beside our school and the huge space near the basket ball court were replaced by the stretch of the now trendy mall. Everything around us were a lot different now. But the hold of our hands, the feel of one's hand on the others' shoulder, the synergy of the music of our voices together singing the same old songs as we walked the stretch. It was still the same. Time travelled far enough to change each of our lives into mazes that we probably are still hazy in figuring out. But the touch, feel and music of friendship did not change one bit. It was still fresh. Still old. Still gold.
8 years back, hyper teens let loose to create a war of our own free will and thoughts. Today, we witnessed one of us wear her engagement ring standing in a glow so beautiful next to her groom to be. I ran up to her and hugged her, whispering to each other how much we missed each other. The girl that was the craziest among us and the closest to me stepping into a new life. She deserved every bit of that glow on her face and none of us standing around her could agree more. As she walked into her car as a lady now, a flash of the young teenage her flashed in my mind. For a moment, I wanted to pull her back into the midst of where the rest of us stood and travel back in time to the school corridors wearing those grey skirts, white shirts and the marroon tie.
Leaving her with her love, we the ladies that had no marriage in mind, now walked in our singledom, in our friendship. As dinner proceeded, we talked and caught up on nothing that we missed out on each others' lives all these 6 years. Instead, we laughed, we chuckled, we cracked up. For nothing. For everything. Cos back then and even today, we needed no better reason than the togetherness itself for a smile to glow through our faces.
The evening is done and I'm retreating back to bed from where I get a view of the beautiful moon through the shady window. Everything looks beautiful.
The dusty ground side beside our school and the huge space near the basket ball court were replaced by the stretch of the now trendy mall. Everything around us were a lot different now. But the hold of our hands, the feel of one's hand on the others' shoulder, the synergy of the music of our voices together singing the same old songs as we walked the stretch. It was still the same. Time travelled far enough to change each of our lives into mazes that we probably are still hazy in figuring out. But the touch, feel and music of friendship did not change one bit. It was still fresh. Still old. Still gold.
8 years back, hyper teens let loose to create a war of our own free will and thoughts. Today, we witnessed one of us wear her engagement ring standing in a glow so beautiful next to her groom to be. I ran up to her and hugged her, whispering to each other how much we missed each other. The girl that was the craziest among us and the closest to me stepping into a new life. She deserved every bit of that glow on her face and none of us standing around her could agree more. As she walked into her car as a lady now, a flash of the young teenage her flashed in my mind. For a moment, I wanted to pull her back into the midst of where the rest of us stood and travel back in time to the school corridors wearing those grey skirts, white shirts and the marroon tie.
Leaving her with her love, we the ladies that had no marriage in mind, now walked in our singledom, in our friendship. As dinner proceeded, we talked and caught up on nothing that we missed out on each others' lives all these 6 years. Instead, we laughed, we chuckled, we cracked up. For nothing. For everything. Cos back then and even today, we needed no better reason than the togetherness itself for a smile to glow through our faces.
The evening is done and I'm retreating back to bed from where I get a view of the beautiful moon through the shady window. Everything looks beautiful.
1 comment:
Thank you darling... I miss u a hell lot!! stay the same. Muaahz
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