New Year, New Beginings

Time comes and flows by. Like the shifting sands on the sea shore, they are ever changing, never constant. For me, personally, a new year is a time for nostalgia for old things gone by, and may be some trepidation, for new things yet to come.

Nostalgia for good moments gone by. One song always comes to my mind.. purani jeans, aur woh guitar….

Whatever we do, wherever we go, good friends are always hard to come by. The best friendships are those that were forged in the innocent times of childhood. A time when profit and loss relationships did not make any sense. A time , when the criteria for being a friend was a person to share your joys with and a shoulder to cry out the bad times.

As we grow up, old friendships grow older, some die a natural death, while some wither for lack of attention.

Friendships are like watering plants. The more we nurture them, the more they mature into beautiful blooms. And the best part is, good friendships, like blooming plants, are selfless.

We go on with life, forge our own paths ahead, but sometimes neglect to keep lines open with our friends who were a part of our lives at one point of time.