Sunday, October 11, 2015

Friends do make a difference

I haven’t penned down my musings for quite a long time. But today I have to. Today is my birthday.. Im 41. Throughout these 41 years, most of my birthdays were quite eventless and I don’t even remember many except for a few.. And my 41st birthday will always be close to my heart….and I have to jot down the events which made it special. The night before my birthday, I was relaxing after the boys went to bed, watching TV and suddenly …knock knock…???? Clueless and bit tensed I pressed the mute button and listened.. again knock knock… O my God who is this at this ungodly hour?? Slowly removed my chappal, tiptoed towards the door and there they were, beaming and giggling bunch of my friends shouting out happy birthday….and look!!! They got a cake in their hands… I was in a state of shock and awe.. my heart was overflowing with tides of emotions as they settled on the sofa and started chitchatting waiting for the magical strike of 12…I was lost in thoughts.. Years rolled back and Im in hostel….hush hush talks are going on among a group of bubbly teenagers planning a surprise birthday party , hand made cards are placed carefully alongwith balloons on the door of the birthday girl…What a joy was it to see the happiness on her face …Maggi noodles cooked in a milk tin cautiously held over an array of candles was the special dish. Each and every girl in the hostel would be cherishing this tiny bit of memory even after all these years. These lovely bunch of ladies are not less than a bunch of teenagers.. their hearty laughter drew me back to the present. I had been going through a roller coaster ride during past several months .. every single day was a struggle for me, getting out of bed was a tedious task. Though my body was growing weaker and weaker my soul refused to yield and decided to inch my way back fighting fiercely and these lovely bunch of girls did everything possible to support me in my fight. Sometimes a simple joke, a late night message, “how are you doing” message sometimes a pleasant visit….they did all these even though they were all busy in their own world. Watching them practicing their dance moves was a treat for my eyes and balm for my aching body..and those simple gestures mattered a lot for me. Throughout my life, I never had the habit of mingling too much with people. I always loved to remain in my cocoon, except for a few friends who were allowed to break in to that cocoon..and I made my cocoon harder whenever I was struggling but surprisingly,now I got friends who made it impossible to keep that cocoon any longer….I have transformed into a butterfly which no longer needs that cocoon. Friends truly are a blessing.. “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work. If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up” (Ecclesiastes Ch.4, Verses 9-10)