Once a friend, always a friend...
My phone rings at 9:00 am in morning & I have two choices; to check who it is or continue sleeping. I chose to check who it is calling while still sleeping. it's an un known number & again, I have 2 choices to make, to take the call or to keep sleeping. I chose to take the call, as it's my birthday. Intention was to just accept the birthday wishes with sweet, simple & most importantly; short conversation. (These days I m dwindling between the options of doing something or sleeping, as I m highly sleep deprived due to the erratic schedule of my lil baby.) But the moment I knew who it is, I just wanted to talk, talk & talk. she was my childhood sweety. What we spoke is not important. How I felt is important. ama'zing it was ! Nostalgia it is. Things have changed today, but back then when we were little loafers, roaming on that straight road for 0.64 km from her home to my home daily for many times a day, for no intense, necessary reason, was the most im