S. lives in Bangalore. We know each other for over two decades now, and have commiserated with each other on every twist and turn our lives took. Even though S is in Bangalore, and every time we meet we swear we will meet more often, it never happens. Then we joke about it, whenever we meet and we swear we will meet more often. It is that kind of friendship where you can tell the other person, no, I am not feeling up to meeting anyone at the moment, and there’s just a quiet understanding. Where you blurt out major life events on the phone without a preamble even if you haven’t spoken for a year. It is like a blanket that makes every cold fear a bit warmer, and more easier to swallow.
I would love to sing some Kabir songs with you. Please come over.