Some S.O.S calls are bizarre just for the fact that you never made them. some times you stand at a point in life, like at an empty booth and pretend to make a call to random stranger. You tap on the smudgy side glass to check if some one noticed you and feel both good and not. Good that no one would call you a fool and sad that the hopes to get some one to talk would be lost. Ghosts of your restless wishes seep through your sub-consciousness and without realization you make a call to God.
I might have made one such call, when I met him. silent and reserved, he was unlike any friend I ever had. Attentive and sensitive were some of the other words I would later describe him. A smile to fall in love with and words to die for. A friend I dare say I did not deserve , some one I never expected to come across even.
When you meet friends, we talk , and talk more and talk till we depart. We share stuff , we hide some, we smile more and cry so less. I had always known such friends. And they are one of the best. But little did I know even silence had a way among friends.
Nestled between insane talks and crazy stories , silence like shadows lined the street we walked. For fun, we faced the scorching heat of summers and challenged each other to slide on the ice grounds in our make-believe world. But often found ourselves staring curiously at the world and shrugging it off with carefree laughter.
Once some one commented on having a friend with whom she doesn’t have to always talk. I found it amusing as well as a challenge to be such a person. Today I realize i have found that friend in him. I never have to worry what next to say to him, what next to expect to hear. Never am I in a hurry to tell him my stories neither does he hurries his narration. We remain silent and engaged in our own task, without a care. This non-compulsion to speak is something I value the most with him. nothing I say around him or do, makes me feel odd or even him I suppose. This is indeed a new experience and one I will cherish forever.
thank you god for such a wonderful friend.
thank you dear friend, for making of such valuable memories.
This was so deeply true on syo many levels…beautiful write.
Lovely tale, and writing, with elements of the fantastical
read this again….very nice read…thanks for your words
People are such chatty beings (well, many of us are!), and it’s always a bit disconcerting to come across Someone who can just BE with us without having to rely on words. Thank you for your story!
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memories are important. thanks for your comment
Bless your friendships π
And we all do make one such friend who can read our silence and talk in quiet …and its a blessing often π
Beautifully narrated, as always. The kind of friendship you talk of is indeed to be cherished and valued… for it is very rare. π
Thoughtful, excellent.