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I sit at my usual
place at our regular ‘adda’ but see no familiar face.
I remember a long forgotten joke and
laugh but hear no sound other than the birds chirping and vehicles honking.
I remember with pain, the days when we
fought and cried, hugged and forgot.
I remember days spent in college
canteen for food and time pass.
I remember the college library which we visited
for things other than studying.
I remember the college verandahs and compounds,
where the chatter and the laughs, the fights and the tears still reverberate.
I remember the days spent inside classroom
walls, chatting behind the books and awaiting the lecture to end.
I remember college term exams and our
anxieties to pass them.
I remember our last minute notes and trips to the
photocopy centers.
I remember teaching accounts and learning economics.
I
remember early morning calls on exam day to wake up each other for studying.
I
remember the first question we asked before the exam “Kitna padha?” and the
first question after exams “Kitna likha?”
I remember college projects and
presentations done collectively at your house, where snacks and coffee breaks
occupied an upper hand.
I remember our gatherings, lunches and
dinners. I remember our picnics and vacations, movies and outings. I remember
our night-outs and parties.
I remember trying our first booze
together and the taste of the first smoke still lingers in my mind.
I remember our link-ups and break-ups
and how we blushed and cried for each occasion.
I remember sharing our first job news
and the impending party which we are yet to give each other.
I remember losing track after we got
busy with our career and jobs.
I remember everything, but forgot how
we drifted apart, forgot how other things occupied our time and space, forgot
the beginning of separation, of long lost relationship!
I sit at my usual
place at our regular ‘adda’ but see no familiar face.
I feel like a loner in a
strangers land. I’m lost in this alien world.
And my heart yearns for the
people I used to know and call ‘Friends’!
This is what Blogadda had to say about my post, on selecting it as one of the 'Spicy Saturday Picks' on Feb 25th, 2012:
Who: Vasumathi Rajamani
What: Ek Shaam Dosti Ke Naam
Spicy: I sit at my usual place at our regular ‘adda’ but see no familiar face. Vasumathi writes a poem, remembering the college days, which most of us can identify with. We loved this line: I remember the first question we asked before the exam “Kitna padha?” and the first question after exams “Kitna likha?” Read on.
