Remembering you

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors - the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.

Yesterday while going through my old emails, I came across one of the emails from a long lost friend. Though I am no longer in talking terms with that friend, but the emails triggered some memories!! Why did we stop talking, how we became friends, why we lost touch, why we never tried talking again, etc.


The email was a very simple one. Me apologizing for not talking properly on the phone because something happened in office and I was angry and irritated and didn't want anybody to be victim of my anger. But the poor guy has called up at the wrong time and all the anger was thrown on him. (Mind you things had already started going bad between us, so it was dual anger :P) And then my friend after hearing all the lashings replied in the sweetest possible way. He wrote that it was okay, he was used to receiving my anger at too many occasion. Yet another one wouldn't do any harm.


Somehow when I look back at things, why is it that I remember the happy memories rather than the sad ones. Even though the sad one are far more than the happy ones. The human mind plays such games with you, at times you understand them and at time you are just lost trying to decipher them. Then, the is another friend whenever I remember time spent with that friend, I always remember the sad memories. Even though the time spent in the second case was much more fun than the time I spent with the first friend. Yet I don't remember any of those fun moments. Why, I fail to understand?


Friendships are like glass, once broken they can never be joined again. Even a crack and it looses its appeal. This is what happened in both the cases. Friendship lost its appeal. Being in different cities we never tried too hard to keep in touch and the crack only increased. And, now we have other friend and no time to keep in touch.


Now, in life if I ever get a chance or have the courage to talk to these friends of mine, I would just like to tell my side of the story. But I know I never will because anything I say wouldn't make any difference as the crack shall always remain...