Let’s go to New Jersey this weekend I said. K nodded. Pausing a bit, he asked “Whom do you want to meet?” Reeling off a couple of names, I bit back my tongue and said I did not want to meet everyone we usually did. For the next few minutes, I went into detail of why I felt we were the ones always making the push to meet and keep in touch. Smile playing on his lips K waited for me to finish my rant. He then said “Well! I don’t make any effort to write or call or keep in touch with anyone. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends?.”
Unwilling to get drawn into a debate I let it go with a lame “Not everyone is like you.” or some such statement. Days later, the conversation played back in my mind. The voice at the back of my head kept repeating “If I wanted to keep in touch I would.. No time or being busy is not an excuse.” Of course this was cue for me to go diving into my past life and dig up instances of all the people I have remained in touch with over the years. It is true that the ones I am most in contact with are the ones I really consider friends. If they mean something to me I make it a point to send a “Just to say Hi!” message every once in a while. Or catch them on chat or phone. There are a few however who mean much but I just haven’t had the inclination to reach out. To reassure myself and them. So, even as I languish under these silly thoughts my question is this.
How often is often enough?
On a different note Nutana Ugadi Subhakankshalu to those who celebrate Ugadi! May the new year bring peace, prosperity and happiness to you all.