#oldfriends

दोस्ती सिर्फ एक रिश्ता नहीं, ये जिंदगी की सबसे खूबसूरत कहानी है। बचपन के वो दिन याद हैं जब बिना किसी वजह के घंटों बातें होती थीं, हंसी के फव्वारे छूटते थे और हर छोटी खुशी मिलकर मनाई जाती थी। वक्त के साथ ज़िम्मेदारियां बढ़ीं, मुलाकातें कम हुईं और दोस्ती की चमक जैसे फीकी पड़ गई। लेकिन सच्ची दोस्ती कभी पुरानी नहीं होती, बस उसे फिर से जगाने की जरूरत होती है। इस फ्रेंडशिप डे पर शिकायतों को किनारे रखिए और अपने बचपन के दोस्तों को वही पुराना प्यार महसूस कराइए। उन्हें फोन की एक घंटी या एक प्यारा सा मैसेज भी पुराने दिनों को लौटा सकता है। छोटी-छोटी बातें, प्यारी यादें और दिल से निकली हंसी ही तो जिंदगी को आसान बनाती हैं। क्योंकि दोस्त वही होते हैं जो मुश्किल वक्त में भी मुस्कान ले आएं। तो चलिए, इस बार सिर्फ फ्रेंडशिप डे नहीं मनाते, बल्कि दोस्ती को फिर से जीते हैं – जैसे वो बचपन के दिनों में जीया करते थे।

Bill Shark (left) and her childhood friend and rival Wayle Shark (right).

They don't share any familial links but are affiliated to the same clan : Sharks. That's why they share the same last name.

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Little talk

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Gunung Geulis, 2023.

JASPER- “Daryl!?? “

Walking in the neighborhood, you just never know who you might run into...

DARYL- “Uh, yeah that’s me. Who are you?”

JASPER- “Seriously, Daryl, you don’t...

DARYL-OMG!!  Jasper!!? You looks so...”

JASPER- “What, straight?”

DARYL- “I was going to say, different.”

JASPER- Well, that too I suppose, I heard you and Tat bought a house here in town and were moving back to Newcrest.

DARYL- “Yeah, just moved in a few weeks ago.”

DARYL- “So who is the little guy over there raking your leaves? I may need to hire him to do mine!”

JASPER- “That is my son, Daryl. His name is Amos He will be 8 in a few weeks.”

DARYL- “An 8 Year-old son!!? It’s been that long?

JASPER- “Yep, it sure has. Time flies. I have a 15-year-old stepdaughter inside. You should come in and meet her and my wife, Rylie.”

DARYL- “I’d love to, but Tat is making dinner, so I need to head back to the house, but maybe we can go out for drinks some evening and catch up?”

JASPER- “Good to see you Daryl, and I will be looking forward to hearing from you. I am at the same number. Any evening is good.”

So, where have you been?

Your travels and experiences hang on you

like silken scarves and shiny buttons.

Your walk is different. That little lift

off the balls of your feet has been replaced

with a rolling off the heel like an athlete

preparing to engage the enemy.

Taller, maybe. Meatier. Your bones

holding you together with structural stability,

a skeleton in its prime supported

by a seasoned cast of muscles.

I do believe your eyebrows are thicker,

more functional for staring off into

equators and sandy sunsets.

Mostly, it’s the voice. Steady, like a boat

moored at all four points with just a hint

of slack to absorb the motion of our

conversation as it ebbs and flows.

I do miss the old you, though.

Because I felt in control.