Blame it on life, age or yourself; we are lonely beings without friends to share our stories with. The friends who once were our conjoint twins are busy with their lives and we with ours. Life goes on but the thing is life just goes on-you just breathe, you don’t live.

We share. We fight. We giggle. We tease. We gossip. We shop. We party. We cry. We talk. We grow up and we grow apart.

I had had too many friends in my life- some childhood friends, some colleagues who became fast friends, some college friends, and some entitled by marriage. Friends come. Friends go. But some remain your friends ‘till death does us apart’. Research tells that people tend to retrieve friendship as they grow old. When you are in your 20s, 30s, you are just living for yourself. You work, party, work and party more. You become isolated from the people who know you well. You end up being friends with acquaintances but they are and can never be friends. You lose contact with your ‘friends’- people who you grew up with, who know you. You get married, you get busy with family, husband, baby and friends come at the end of the priority list. “I have too many things at hand, don’t throw stones at me if I don’t remember one of my best friends’ birthday,” said Bibha, one of my best friends who is married and recently had a kid when I questioned her about her forgetfulness. We don’t talk often, even if one sees the other in the chat room we avoid each other since we don’t find a conversation starter, a subject which will initiate a long talk, discuss, because there are so many things to talk about, too many things to fill in the blank that we don’t know where to start and silence follows. And each knows that the other is thinking very hard to compose even a single sentence when online on skype or facebook or msn. And the case with Priyani is worse.

Let me introduce you to the three friends who thought they will live happily ever after, that they will marry in the same family, plan their pregnancy period so that their children become friends just like their mothers, they thought that they were planning all these so that they do not have to apart from each other but sadly the same friends have now become strangers.

Bibha was new in town when she enrolled in our college. Priyani couldn’t get admission in Mount Holyoke, US so she joined our college as no other college would take her in. And I joined our college because it is far from my house. I had had enough of studying close to home. Come to think of it now, we were destined to meet and be friends.