JournalismPakistan.com November 6, 2013
Someone asked me the other day if I could think of sad funny, like awwww, that is so unfair but it has happened to me. There are many things you can think of, one I can. I guess it’s the drifting away of old friendships, like boats without moorings carried away on different currents.
I used to have a college mate. We were inseparable, the best of friends. After we began working we were in touch except we did not meet. Our warmth was undiminished. Years passed but we never met, those days you didn’t just hop onto a plane and fly to any place.
And then one day I got a message that he was coming into town and of course he would stay with me…that was obvious. I was excited. Truly. I charted a four day plan, what we’d do and all that stuff. He came. He unpacked. We tried to ignite the friendship with as much success as lighting a wet matchstick in a wind. Then we ran out of matches. Sat there in uncomfortable silence. College was a mirage, those memories sticky and pointless. There was nothing else in common. Like nothing. Next day with much banter and pretense he said his relatives were forcing him to shift to their place, family and all that, you know how it is. I told him yes, of course, not even hiding the relief on my face.
He went. We never caught up again. A nice, old fitting slipper of a habit destroyed….we’d still be in touch if we hadn’t met.
(The writer is a Senior Editorial Advisor of Khaleej Times and the paper’s former Editor. He has also been the Editor of Gulf News, Gulf Today, Emirates Today and Bahrain Tribune)
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