2019: One Hundred and Eighty Two

Spending time with your closest friends is a feeling that is incomparable. My best friend continues to remain one of my classmates from Grade 1, who I’ve grown up with and grown up separated from – but continuously been in touch with. He’s a person I derive a quiet strength from, knowing that although our lives have taken very different paths, we’ve been able to both forge on in paths that we thought of when we were slightly younger, and we constantly strive to be happy and enjoy whatever we do. He’s a simple person – and I think that’s what I love about him the most.

Today I spent the day in his company. We talked, we played table tennis. We ate palak dal and rice and curd with a spoon and a fork, the way we used to as children. We watched a movie about music. We hung out and learnt about the intricacies of things we were each passionate about. I caught up with his parents, he caught up with mine. We shared paneer at a restaurant we’ve visited since we were 7 year olds.

We had fun.

Not because of nostalgia, but because we caught up. Properly.

We message each other frequently, probably once in two weeks. Because of time zone differences, one chat ends up lasting a week – with me replying to him at night, and him back in the morning, and on and on.

But today was a good day, and I’m glad we both managed to find time on short visits just to spend with each other.