its been long since I wrote to u. how are u. I am doing good. My work is challenging. I hope u are also doing good. And ya money has brought in a few things (bledy materialistic world) closer, everything from an evening snack to the vehicle I drive has got costlier, my weekends are celebrated like festivals.
But with the best things around I don’t feel complete. Ya ya, money can bring some happiness and crying in a BMW is better than on a cycle, but those moments don’t become “I wanna RELIVE them”. I have a lot of money to spend, but my question is whom do I share it with, when u are not around. Riding on a bike at 12 midnight is fun, but do u remember those days when we used to cycle down home at 1 in the noon after a day full of chemistry, do u have an adjective to express that. It was simple and beautiful when the life biggest question was “whats the most important question for tomoro’s test??”. And the best lunch was my ‘thayir sadham’ with your ‘vendakai’.
The people I meet today are fun, I can hang out with them, but I don’t feel all the same. People don’t come along without an ‘I expect this from U’ and I go don’t without a ‘ya, but only if do this for me’ tag.
I still remember celebrating your birthday in your house, with a 1Kg cake for 20 people and after cutting the cake playing basket ball with a foot ball. And now I don’t even get to call u at 00:00 accurately cos u live in a different time zone. Your birthday ll be the most expected day of the year and if your birthdays falls on a free period day, that calls for more excitement.
The days which knew no EGO, the fights which were mostly for, who is taking that extra chocolate, the timings which was 9 to 3:45, when weekends were for not to spend the complete day with u, when the chairs which were wooden with u me and our close buddies, when the evening snacks was 2 samosas divided by 5, when the vehicles were non-polluting. And the time when I got to be me always.
I MISS U MATE.
Loving (past continuous, 5TH standard English) friend,
PS: Crying in a BWM is better than a cycle, but nothing can even come close to your shoulders. I promise to spend time with u on your next birthday (buying a gift for Rs50 was easier than finding time in this bledy busy world).
I HOPE I NEVER GET TO WRITE THIS LETTER.
