Last night on my way home, I was having one of my pondering sessions while meandering through the city streets.

I was thinking about all those awesome people in my life, whom I treasure, who’ve left deep marks in my life and strangely the ones I talk the least to!!

So on one hand these people are my best/good friends, some I call my brothers. Yet on the other hand when it comes to the day to day grind of life, I hardly share anything with them! That’s odd. Since childhood, I have grown up with the notion that best friends’ share everything. But here I am, and may be those buggers I call best friends as well,  who hardly speak twice or thrice a week, some times even less. With some I speak in gaps months. But these are still the people I can spend hours talking to, people I can connect with as easily as turning on a switch, people with whom I can be the most of me.

But its still odd. The journey was long and so was the scope to philosophise, if there’s a word like that!

I talk every day with my newspaper boy. I smile at the security guard of my building while leaving for the day. I wish a hearty good morning to my grocer whenever I go down to pick up stuff. I even to random strangers who have become acquaintances in the course of time at the diner I go to. But in the long run these do not matter. All and every bit of these encounters are transient and meaningless in life. Tomorrow I change the city and the faces will change with it.

And so the realisation;

When it comes to friends I figured out that no matter where we are they’ll be constant. Like a shadow; not always acknowledged but omnipresent. It is after this thought that I felt partially content cause I know, I hold the same position in life of many.

I am not a regular fanfare nor are they in each others’ lives, but the constant sigh of breathing. So whenever I am not talking to you or you are not talking to me. Do not assume that we’ve become less important for the other. We are not talking cause we hold each other special, like the awesome Armani tux that we keep hidden for the most important of occasions.