Friends

1. I've always valued the worth of friends in my life and yesterday they truly made my belief in friendship more firm. How easy it is to just be yourself, shedding all pretentiousness of being normal when you are not; the whole life is actually a series of pretensions that lead us blindly towards the end of our precious life.

But being in the company of these three people made me spend all my negative energies saved up building upon the miseries and the pressure of it. Rinchen and Dechen had never been the 'I'll cook, do the dishes' kind during our school days so the moment the four of us met, Dendup and myself, the duo who played more motherly role since those days said our thoughts aloud that the other two who had drawn the plan for that dinner would be nowhere near the kitchen. True to our words, the moment we stepped into the house, Rinchen began with her beautifying tasks while Dechen, the always confused about what to begin with started wondering about the menu (which was actually discussed way earlier). So, knowing it was already dinner time, myself and Dendup took over the kitchen like the all knowing chefs and started the task for what we were actually invited for by the other two who had not yet stepped into the kitchen. By the time my emadatshi was cooked and Dendup's fish was in the boiling stage, the duo stepped looking beautiful and fresh like invited guests. "So, what's cooking?" Well, well, that should have been the line uttered by the two of us who were grinning there with a look that spelt,'didn't I tell you we would land up cooking?' And the four of us left out huge laugh in unison understanding really well that was exactly what was going on in our minds.
Reading each others mind has always been an easy task with the four of us. Finally, we made ourselves comfy in Dechen's sitting room and then flooded the wine and talks, which flooded more, I don't remember. Giggles, laughter and reminisces of the bygone days intoxicated us and filled the room with total euphoria. Laughing at the good old days is one thing but after wine filled our happy memories we started shedding tears. "You were always the sentimental fool among us," and they cried before I could. Filling in what we had missed with laughter, tears and wine. It amazes me how words seem to flow like a smooth river when drowning in the spirit of friendship.
Constant beeping of my mobile, a reminder that I am way ahead of girlie things made me return to the new world. My three friends reached me till my doorstep and went back. I wonder when will we get another such night in our lives that seem to have buried itself into the other agenda in life?

(should have posted this long ago, supposed to be my farewell night)