It was last week. Finally closing my accountancy book and then cursing ICAI, India and myself in that specific order in every swear that I knew in every language I looked at the clock.
It was 12.30.
Its was A's birthday and I had missed wishing her before anybody by whole 30 minutes.
For the 3 years that we had been friends I had always been the first one to wish her. Well almost. Except last year when I called her up at 11.45 itself, talked about every random shit in the world only to realize it had already been 12.01 when her brother came in her room to wish her a happy birthday.
This year it was different.
Even if I had wished her before anybody else it wouldn't have been special. This time it was more out of a want than a need.
I called her up. For the fifteen minutes that we talked it was just like before. The senseless jokes, the not-so-funny comments, the self-pity club discussions. Nothing had changed.
It was only after I hanged up that the realization struck me that things had indeed changed and the next time we are ever going to talk will be my birthday. Maybe.
Its weird how after-school changes of college, formation of different social circles sometimes take a huge toll on friendships.
3 years earlier I had walked in into a school where I had to start afresh.
New people, new place and a new life. She was my first friend and probably my best.
We had a fixed seat. The one besides the window. Our favorite. From getting punishments and standing out of the class to missing the PT period because it was too hot outside, we had always been together. From never making a maths register the whole 2 years to failing in preboards and giving competition to each other for the last rank in the class, we had enjoyed every second of it.
Then happened college. And splitting of friends. And misunderstandings. Some insignificant things that she refused to let go. And some things in me that I refused to change.
So did we both change? Do people change?
I'd say no they don't.
People mostly DONOT change give and take fifteen percent.
But sometimes those fifteen percent are enough.
Enough to bring people together or in this case to make them apart.