Pritam's Blog
Talking to an old friend is therapeutic. You know, I do think about school friends, at least a few of them, including you, quite often; I just can’t bring myself to text or call. I don’t know - we have grown apart so much, busy with our own lives and the complexities that come with it. It feels even a text would seem like piling on the shit you guys are going through. What if you don’t reciprocate this nostalgic feeling? That would lead to disappointment, right? It’s better to let it be and relive the memories, good ones, I mean.
But talking to you the other day seemed like picking up from where we had left off and it opened a box of memories.
Among other things, I remembered how our classmates used to think I was in love with you. I remembered one incident in particular - me, Nishant and Arnab were using that extra bench I spoke about the other day. You, Suta and Anusree wanted it. You guys had already asked Nishant and Arnab. They had agreed to give it to you guys. But I was not ready at all. So, Suta decided to make you ask me… 😂😂😂
She had thought that I had feelings for you and would agree when you ask… 😂😂😂
There I was madly, hopelessly, unapologetically in love with Suta and she thought I was in love with you… I was never in love with you. But I had a crush on your brilliant brain. You were the most intelligent person in my life and I liked you for that… apart from being a friend who would share her Hindi notes with me…
I told you the other day that I am not in touch with anyone. I was, until recently, in touch with one person though. She stopped talking to me recently because of something stupid I did… or said. I don’t know.
Anyway, no matter how much I complain about school days, about being bullied, I do remember you… and a few others fondly… And I really hope we stay in touch…