Old friends. New Friends.

Hanging out with school friends is always a pleasure. You don't even have to get along with them necessarily; so long as you can recall common memories, shared experiences and giggle at all and sundry. Real, current friends on the other hand are harder to come by, harder still to keep. Too high-maintenance.

Mussourie is on the cards in just a few days. I can't wait to hang around char dukan, rokeby manor, sip on warm lemon tea and freeze to near death. Fortunately I even have 3 books waiting to be finished! There's the Jobs biography, which so far at least has been like a really long gossip column on Jobs albeit with some really interesting perspectives on running a business.

10 days later....

Mussourie was sooo good! Sigh. I can barely believe its already over, even though its been 3 days since we returned to horrible Delhi. There was warm sticky toffee pudding oozing out caramel sauce, ginger tea, the lal tibba walk, Viktor's home next to the graveyard, and good old Berry, the St. Bernard!!

The dreams of course are still refusing to stop.  The latest one featured a new (not) face. I recognized her handwriting in his register of drawings. And then she came to apologize and tell me to be friends again. My knees wobbled even in the dream. :)

Such was the bond, that is now irreparably broken.

Such was the love. Albeit always unknown to them.