Fun and food. You and me.
Think of your favorite food that you wouldn’t share with anyone. Now think of those people in your life to whom you shout a blunt “No” at any food-sharing proposal and yet they dig their spoon right in. And you knew they would. You roll your eyes at their quirky eating habits. And you still can’t help smiling. In spite of the food stealing and quirks, there are few people who would make eating so enjoyable. There are few people who touch your life like a friend does.
It is friendship’s day next Sunday. And I miss my food-stealers terribly.
“Do you like him?” she asked about a new friend of mine.
“No. We are just friends”, I replied while I kept munching on the aloo-chaat.
“So you don’t like him? At all?”
“Only as a friend. So does he. So relax. I’m not hiding anything from you ok”, I tried to put an end to the conversation.
“ Just ask him out. Make him your boyfriend, alright!” she almost yelled.
“What?! Are you mad?” I dropped the spoon at stared at her.
“No! But if you keep telling him someone new is also your ‘very good friend’, it would make me jealous wouldn’t it?”
I burst into uncontrollable laughter while she kept kicking me for being so rude. But then I stopped. After all I knew it was true.
My best friends live in different places now. It has been a while since I have seen a lot of them. Each one is busy in their own new world. Hang-outs were replaced by phone calls. Phone calls then became limited to birthdays and festivals. The love didn’t go anywhere. But other things came into picture too.
Now when I hear my friends picking up new accents and words, I wish I had some other word for it but I feel – jealous. Their world seems drifting away from mine. Each time I cannot call them for a long time, I feel jealous. My world seems drifting away from theirs. When I look at their fun pictures on facebook, I feel jealous. To not be part of their everyday lives is something I still find hard to believe. And out-of-sight becoming out-of-mind is a worse dread.
But these feelings are easy to suppress. Because I know, no matter how long it has been the conversation will still start with calling each other names. No matter how many more friends come into the picture, their place in my life is just theirs to rule. Even if I don’t get to see them often, whenever I do, we would still know what the other is craving to eat.
“No. I won’t date that guy. But I would tell him that you are my best friend. All with patent, copyright and stuff. Okay?” I said as we both laughed again while we shared our aloo-chaat. I meant it. Old friends are amazing, aren’t they?
All those who have ever stolen, shared or craved for food with me, this blog post is dedicated to you.