An old friend is like an old pair of jeans. We might love the new ones we buy, but the
comfort of an old we cannot deny.They have witnessed our past,been our partners in crime. Though we did fight a several times, what really does matter is that the friendship still survived!
"Back in time" to those days when responsibility was just a word that belonged to the dictionary.Real life was more synonymous to words like chilling, bunking and partying.Yes! that was the college life. A life that we lived with our friends.Those friends that we made for life.
Having them over led to a series of activities reminiscent to a life back then. Long drives with our favorite songs from the past playing on repeat.Shopping sprees that lasted as long as our feet didn't give up. Painting shades of neon on each others nails. Late night Maggie meals.Two mugs of coffee
and endless conversations made our days!
and endless conversations made our days!
Then comes the time when they have to leave. My heart feels heavy as we exchange our final goodbyes. I know we would get busy and move on with our respective lives, but never mind.We would meet soon the next time:))
Their physical presence may not
Their physical presence may not
surround us 24/7, yet when life is treating us dull we know they are just a phone call away.
Such relations are timeless, precious and special...
Such relations are timeless, precious and special...
I call them family, but they are generally known as FRIENDS.