Got the below mentioned piece in a forwarded mail recently and it got me thinking. Have we really forgotten how to be a friend? Since we were kids, we might have met many people. Some we liked, some we didn't for various different reasons. Some of those became very good friends. Some became close acquaintances while some we resented and they were on our hit list always.
Time passes and we keep in touch with some of them but some do drift away only to ring the bell on the doors of our memories at the most unexpected of times. When that time comes, what do you do? Is the relationship similar as it used to be? Can we ever be like that again as we used to be?
Just a few questions that comes to the mind.
Time passes and we keep in touch with some of them but some do drift away only to ring the bell on the doors of our memories at the most unexpected of times. When that time comes, what do you do? Is the relationship similar as it used to be? Can we ever be like that again as we used to be?
Just a few questions that comes to the mind.
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Celebration means......
A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.
(OR)
Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
(OR)
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
(OR)
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
(OR)
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.
You can spend
Hundreds on birthdays,
Thousands on festivals,
Lakhs on weddings,
but to celebrate all you have to do is spend your Time ..
Keep in touch with your loved ones ........
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