'Spoilt for choice' is a phrase depicting riches. However, at times it is these riches which spoil a person. Such is a story of three friends. Friends who were the closest you'd find in high school, and their friendship journey through college, where they were educated in lessons more than just academic.
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Haven't you ever wondered why it is so often the case that of hundreds of people you meet and work with throughout your life, only a select few end up being there forever? And even then, equation with them too has its ups and downs. We are said to be the most adaptable species on this planet, and this I would think is the sole factor for our ability to 'move on' as we like to call it. But with some people, as you would have realized yourselves, that isn't even an option.
"Keep in touch! I am so sure you wont write a single mail, whereas I will bug you with continuous ones!" was what one friend had said to him when he had last seen her. Its funny though how the sands of time tend to fade friendships into mere existence akin to sand castles, present but weak. New settings, new friends, new environment add to the pre-existing geographical distances.
The initial glamour of college life (those yet to experience it, yes, its only INITIAL. Movies always misguide!) did not get to these friends. Thanks to facebook, orkut (yup, this is the prehistoric setting before facebook publicly murdered orkut), and in general the web based mailing and chatting, these friends managed to keep that closely knit bond intact.
But, inevitably as some would call it, chinks did start appearing in the relations. Though all three of them knew that they were there for each other should the need arise, new college friends constituted most of the time set aside for friends. Those three way conversations on gtalk metamorphosized into two separate two way ones. Where once two hours were spent chatting the time away, now finding two minutes to send an SMS seemed tough. And all three of them were to be equally blamed.
The story which started off as that of trying to keep in touch had reached a point of hoping to keep in touch. And those who have gone through such a transformation, would agree that it is not necessarily a very nice place to be in.
(to be continued...)
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