We met eight years ago in our PU College. I had all the awkwardness of a girl-who-just-completed-school, while she had the poise to carry anything off. To a very gauche person like me, she seemed different. Later, on our way back home, she accompanied us to the bus-stop and that’s how we got talking – and this became the focal point of our friendship.
She went on to complete her engineering, work for a few months and then move to US for her Masters. Fast-forward and here I am, attending her marriage with a person whom she has chosen to share her love and life with. As I saw her going through the motion of rituals, the unease, which I had been feeling since she had invited me to her marriage, re-surfaced. One of my close friends is getting married. Shouldn’t I feel happy?
This feeling persisted to such an extent that I had to address it. Finally after much soul-searching, I arrived at the conclusion that – I no longer felt that she was my friend! Strange ….. eight years and now……….. sigh. What is it that contributed to this decline in our relationship? I set down the memory lane to recall some of the good times we had shared together – at her home, an informal visit, an outing with friends, noisy chats with her family. Gradually, I think we simply stopped communicating at one point of time. Recently, there were some instances where I found her remarks to be very cutting and arrogant. Was she like this when I first met her? Or was I too faithful a follower-friend to notice this? Or have I changed so drastically that I no longer recognize her?
On the other hand, there are few people (I can even say strangers whom I have not met at all) with whom I have established an instant rapport – within a few minutes of speaking to them, or mailing them and sometimes even hearing them sing (
Yes…. change is definitely the watchword of time. And since time is unending and undying, change too is universal.