Taken for granted?

Two of my very close friends are getting married in May. Alternating between pangs of lonliness and frustration, I am feeling happy for them; I wish them the best for their future. As a side-effect, I feel that the distance between us would also be increased, and I am not just referring to the physical instance. And with every passing day, this train of thought makes me yuxtremely morose.... :(.

Bhopu had come home (unexpectedly) on Sunday supposedly to check if I was still in the dumps. I guess it was just a cover-up since he was more interested in cleaning out baaLehaNNu kesaribaath. I guess he deciphered the fact that I prepared it as a sure sign to recovery. Sigh........... wish it was true!!

I am not going to rant that ‘he was there when I needed him’ blah blah blah. On the contrary, he – like most of my friends – used to complain that I never called him up. And I used to smile it away (as usual). With a sinking feeling, I realized that this would perhaps be the last time that I would be talking with him this degree for frankness. After May, he would belong to someone else. And I would have to slowly reverse all that familiarity built over several years. All that trust and affection which had steadily increased........

And Aki? Sigh.....after May, whom would I get baaLekaayi dose for during lunch? To whom would I complain about most things? With whom shall I discuss all girly stuff? Whom shall I watch bakwaas movies with? To whom shall I teach new recipes? With whom shall I spend long hours slowly sipping tea? Who will give me company to roam Commercial Street? Who will berate me that I think a lot?

Siiiiiigggghhhhhhhh....... it would be back to e-mails/phone-calls. Not that these modes of communication are not comforting....but...somehow, I would miss the comfort and support of their presence.

So, as I listened to the last strains of "Tanha Dil" (Shaan), I seriously contemplated putting this ad up:

Wanted (desperately): a shoulder to cry on............