Times Change

Me n my friend

Six years ago... I met him in my french class. The person I meet before every French class during week-end. We were the pair who went to class well before time. I was scared to talk to him in the beginning; he seemed like the no-non-sense type… And I am nothing but non-sense. So I hesitated. Days passed and we became friends. I always admired the way he explained things… When I see it, everything will seem complicated. But when he explains it, I will wonder why I thought it was complicated. I admired the way he did that.

French class came to an end.

Those were the days when both of us did not have a mobile. But we managed to stay in touch. It was an implied routine. I call him one weekend and he will call me the next. I used to look forward to it. We talk about everything we did during the week. Talking to him was a pleasure. I was a going to finish school and he was going to finish college then.

We did not expect anything from each other. He accepted me the way I was. I liked him the way he was.

He was my friend, a very good friend. He let me be stupid with him. With him, I can talk about anything under the sun. He will listen no matter how stupid, foolish, idiotic those things were… Sometimes he used to take the role of a mentor, a well wisher... Even when I drove him over his level of patience, he used to bear with me. I never hesitated to tell anything to him.

I used to rejoice every little success in my life. He will hardly even mention his victories. I have always wondered why. I got the answer now. His goals were set high. In the process of working towards his goals, the little victories blurred.

He explored the world. He fed his thirst for knowledge well. We started talking again after a long break. Our conversations seemed different. May be because he was more matured or because I was still too kiddish. I had a feeling that he started expecting things from me. He wanted me to be broad-minded. He wanted me to expand my knowledge. He called me 'narow-minded'. I started feeling that I fell short of his expectations and I used to hate that feeling, I still do. I restricted my world to my family, my friends and my acquaintances. He did not appreciate it. He wanted me to learn many things which I am sure he would have known I would never do. But he never stopped trying. Days passed and i found it hard to talk to him for the fear that he would think I am stupid. I was scared that he wouldn't like me the way I was. So I did not even initiate a conversation.

He was a guy with whom I shared everything. Hours were too few to talk to him then. But now even minutes seem a lot when we chat... I like the guy the same way I did many years back. But we have changed. Times have changed.

The lovely friendship we shared is a memory now... Netither of us can be blamed.