Ek Shaam Doston ke Naam

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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.