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nights like these.

quite often we come across, sailing across the currents of social media, plaints of not having held closer the time we had with best friends. i don’t make this lament often, maybe because even back then i knew how dynamic my life was – a polychromatic, restless rush of days crashing into each other. i also knew it wouldn’t last.

my one consolation is that we still have these moments in concentrated dosages. again our words find a known rhythm and weave themselves into the braid we’ve kept through the years. we note that our laughter sparks off at the end of the same sentences. our hands find snug fit over the crooks of familiar elbows. i find myself falling into a cubby hole suspended from life moving, both timeless but so much in the present. it makes me happy.

our central concerns have changed, yes. we hear ourselves discussing politics, about careers – things beyond the immediate us (age has shed for us egocentrism) and are somewhat surprised by ourselves. all else remains constant – the yelled snark over 2-for-1 ice-cream and live music, the illegal escapades venturing to windy places unknown and the inevitable injuries/mishaps, anti-climatic wind-downs with a round of hot green tea.

i hoard these moments in words online for us.