When i was three, I made a friend, the first friend..our families knew each other very well and our father were best buddies, we indeed followed their footsteps, we started bonding very well, we were put into the same school,she being a year elder we couldn't share the same class (given a choice we would have merrily done that). so other then the class hours we were always together. Her father had given her my responsibility and even as a kid she had taken that thing quite too seriously, i don't remember a single time when she would not hold my hand.we used to play together in the evening and used to talk a lot. The best part about those conversations was, we both spoke different languages. She managed to speak a bit of Hindi, but i knew only Marathi then, but we would never let this fact come between our conversations.people around us could never make any sense of what we spoke, but we could understand each and every word.
Today 18 years later, the friendship still continues to be the way it was then, rather with time it has just grown better and stronger.
As I often sit back, and think about it, I wonder what happens to us, as we grow up, they say your understanding improves with age, then why do we face problem in making friends as we grow up.
Without even understanding each others languages we could understand everything, but today when we are supposed to have developed understanding, all we create is communication gaps and misunderstandings in all our relations.
Coming back to the childhood days, I still remember all the beautiful times we spent together. It used to be the days when we were over possessive about our things, time when pencil and erasers were our treasures and no one was allowed to even touch them, at that time the two of us used to share almost everything that we owned, without even needing permission.
In the evenings we used to sit on the terrace and look at the clouds and guess the shapes they formed, sit together and draw, I remember the our parents used to come up with while we drank milk or ate lunch, the one who would complete the served 1st would be awarded the "good girl" title, but every time no matter who ate fast or who drank slow, the last bite or the last sip was to be taken together (that was an unwritten rule) and emerge as "good friends" each time..... to be continued.
PS - We still remain the best friends, the only difference we do speak and understand the same language now :) :)
Today 18 years later, the friendship still continues to be the way it was then, rather with time it has just grown better and stronger.
As I often sit back, and think about it, I wonder what happens to us, as we grow up, they say your understanding improves with age, then why do we face problem in making friends as we grow up.
Without even understanding each others languages we could understand everything, but today when we are supposed to have developed understanding, all we create is communication gaps and misunderstandings in all our relations.
Coming back to the childhood days, I still remember all the beautiful times we spent together. It used to be the days when we were over possessive about our things, time when pencil and erasers were our treasures and no one was allowed to even touch them, at that time the two of us used to share almost everything that we owned, without even needing permission.
In the evenings we used to sit on the terrace and look at the clouds and guess the shapes they formed, sit together and draw, I remember the our parents used to come up with while we drank milk or ate lunch, the one who would complete the served 1st would be awarded the "good girl" title, but every time no matter who ate fast or who drank slow, the last bite or the last sip was to be taken together (that was an unwritten rule) and emerge as "good friends" each time..... to be continued.
PS - We still remain the best friends, the only difference we do speak and understand the same language now :) :)
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