Long-Term Friendship

In my short life span of 19 years, I was fortunate enough to be able to make my own fair share of friends. Now it must be kept in mind that not all of them stuck with me until the end. So before we go into the depths of whom should we put in under the umbrella of “friends” and then in to the other subclasses and categories, it is highly necessary to understand the meaning of the loosely used term FRIEND.

So who is a friend according to me - you may ask? Now this could be perceived in various ways. The person you call up at 3 in the morning just because the darkness is beginning to consume your mind and your thoughts, or simply because you can’t withstand the idea that you have been restless in your bed for the past one hour while (s)he is peacefully having a sound sleep, is your friend. The person you reach out for when you want to complain that your dad did not let you buy that latest version of Counterstrike you so badly wanted and your mom won’t fight on your behalf this time, is your friend.

Then, there’s that friend who tells you to shut up and stop crying because a few less marks hurt your topper ego. And the friend who tells an introverted you the class gossip while you were zoned out in your own fantasy world. And the friends who hates you ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend’s roommate simply because you hate her and that’s the best justification she needs. And the friend who rushes to help you beat the goons that pick on your brother.

You had friends you used to sit next to in your kindergarten and primary class or had your recess with. Then you grew up and life happened and in the hustle and bustle of a busy schedule, somewhere far off in the distant land of thoughts and reality you and your childhood friend did not seem to have any more things to talk about simply because the good old jokes got too old to be good.

Then you came to college and made some new friends with whom you talked about that new professor’s weird fake accent and that boy in that other branch that look too handsome to be honest and that girl in your senior batch that looked too ugly to be taken. You went camping with these friends and made some marshmallow memories, and you sat beside these very friends and made some bitter memories when they got recruited in that company you worked day and night for and they did.

So if ten years later, this very friend takes all his grudges against you, throws them out the window and calls you up wishing for a reunion, don’t act like a douchebag and just ask for the date and time. Because decades later when you will be left with no teeth in your mouth and a dilapidated memory in your brain, this friend will sit by your side and remind you of these bittersweet memories as time flies by.

Because some friends are too good to let go of.