I reached Solan, a beautiful hill station near 11 pm. The coldness of the place could be felt even in the month of June, which is considered to be the hottest month in India. My friend sunny came to take me to his house in his car. He settled there as a businessman with his family. His son, as usual, asked me whether I had brought something for him or not? A demand from an 18 year old boy just made me remember the good old days when we, friends, used to gather at his house for full week. That was 25 years before that. The time was a kind of golden era for me. It was like partying with the guys every day, every moment.
It was a kind of planned reunion at sunny’s house and others were scheduled to arrive in the evening the next day but contrary to our expectations all of sudden they barged his house at 8 in the morning. No one knew that. Nipun, even at the age of 52 jumped over me and shook me when I was in my dreams. I got up and saw three people standing in front of me. After gaining the consciousness back, which took me nearly half minute, an automatic shout of ecstasy came out of my throat. It was like heaven for a minute
A reunion of closest friends after 25 years at 8 am in the morning ………….it was really heaven.
Sunny’s wife, whom I met for the first time made the most delicious breakfast and inspite of our age barriers we ate like hell. For the first 2 days of reunion, nobody got out from the house. All we did was eating, gathering memories of our teenage years and the lives after that. Everything just popped in front of my eyes as it had happened the very previous day of our meet.
Sunny was involved in part time application essay writing service. But his main business was of diamonds. He and all other had made a lot of money and they were financially secure.
This is the joy of having true friends. You do not get the weird feeling of discomfort, no matter whether you are meeting after 25 minutes or 25 years.