BLISS

The last few days are perfectly etched in my mind. So much so that I have not only been thinking but also dreaming of the same. The bitter sweet feeling when something wonderful comes to an end is one that continues to linger on for days. The memories give you a happy rush at one point and a bottomless low at another.

Eight months earlier, a day before the setting in of a New Year, I had spent 20 unruly hours with my best friend. Amidst the chaos and loss of luck that followed, I think we barely even talked in peace. Since the less than satisfactory meeting, I have been craving to meet him again, to be able to do those little things that we hadn’t done together in ages. So after all the hoping, wishing and praying, he finally landed to meet me. And was I happy? HELL, YES. I was elated. Still am.

It’s true what they say about the airport moments and in this particular instance, station moment. The instance all the waiting and patience hits a final end. The moment you look through the crowd and find the one face you have been searching for. The relief. The smile. The happiness: so boundless and so pure.

I won’t go into the extraordinarily long details of the restaurants we went to or the movies we watched ‘cause to anyone other than me, it would make absolutely no sense. However, the joy of meeting an old friend is something that maybe we can all relate to: going to a new place but with perfectly old things to talk about. I remember feeling suddenly lost for a minute when he left me to attend a call; and he had only been here two days. It’s funny how we can never stop getting used to the presence of some people, no matter how often we meet them.

With him, I recalled how wonderful it feels when someone is constantly there for you, not just asking you to eat or sleep on time, but actually being a part of those little things that make you happy. It’s these moments that make you believe how awesome life can be with the right people around.

So today exactly a week later, when I muse over the days that were, all the times we laughed so hard and understood exactly what the other was thinking, I know I am better off not shedding tears or playing the “I miss you” game. It's for the first time that I feel wise enough to be glad about what happened and not what came to an end. And it’s a feeling that I cannot really name. All I know is that it’s beautiful.

So, I’ll just hold on to the wonderful memories for now and remember what they meant. :) 

Oh and The pretty Picture was taken from here