The Old Friend I wasn’t still sure how I would react when I see him. Meeting your best friend after 12 years is like walking on the chilled streets of Ladakh without sweater, taking bath in sea without knowing how to swim, driving on the dark streets with headlights turned off. Basically it requires guts. Stop with those ridiculous analogies. I scolded myself. I was nervous. Actually more than that. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking what if he doesn’t recognize me, or what if we end up having a simply awkward experience. Reconnecting from those memories after this long is not an easy task. Also, I didn’t have his phone number. How would I, we didn’t have phones back then. I wasn’t sure if he still lived of that address. The only thing, I was sure of was, I would meet him, at any cost. I then decided to look out of the window, the clouds down there felt like I was on the city of cream. The memories which I shared with Subu started flashing in front of me. I started thinking...
