Relief

It was just another day. Yet another day, of hitting new lows, of feeling isolated and lonesome, of abject surrender and disillusionment until...Until I got a call from a very special person (best friend is an understatement for him). We don't talk everyday. Infact we talk once in months!. It's been eons i've seen him. But when we spoke, it was as if we were  still teenagers, frenetically hopping from one coaching centre to another, eyes full of dreams, our newly discovered bodies full of experiences! (in a strict sense of personal, self-discovery though, but why am i even giving a clarification!)He was probably high, and I was low! But we spoke as if we were still in class X, as if we had just met an hour back. And I felt so positively reassured, of not having to be alone in Mumbai, of not having to spend too much, of not having to be ALONE at all. Perhaps that is what friendship is, the feeling of absolute comfort, beyond the selfish pillars of P&L accounts. Perhaps it is something more that I am still not able to comprehend. The call left me with a lasting sense of security, of assurance, not only of a comforting person, but of my roots, of my foundations, of my comfort zone. This one is dedicated to you, my comfort zone :)

Sometimes the darkest pall of gloom

Brights up by a conversation most inane

All it takes is a pal, held close to bosom

And memories, of a time carefree and insane

The times ahead will try to gulp

Us, like acquisitions and hostile takeovers

Let’s not pledge, nor be candy floss-pulp

Let’s be us, of the same chai, undies and pullovers!

Us of  teenage, of ambitions and mistakes

Us of  weed, and seeing Time go slow

Us of the unflinching hatred to dictates

Us of reaching new highs and newer lows