Memories...

... Hide the corners of my mind 

Misty water coloured memories 

Of the way we were... 

 As I googled through my estranged best friend's links, this song provided an apt hazy background score- interspersed with images of girlie laughter, warm shafts of sunlight punctuating stone corridors, ribboned pigtails, a flash of smoke in the chemistry lab and our secret getaway beneath the library. 

The best part of my school years were shaped and defined by my friendship with her. 

Yet where was she now- hidden among blue and red links - half a name here, a pixelated photograph there? 

I chanced upon her newborn son's album on a photo sharing site and drank in the images eagerly- looking for clues to prove her married existence but there were none. 

Was this golden friendship sacrificed for a few thousand rupees or was there something deeper to her personality that I wasn't able to fathom- something that developed post those school years? 

When you're young, the world is yours to conquer. It's only when you have scaled a few summits that you realise that the joy is diminishing and there's more fun in sitting at the base, enjoying the future smoky rings that your partner is blowing.  

There's a deep contentment that steals over you and robs you of action. It's then that your mind whirrs to those memories and voices perk you to search for her once more. 

But a heap of unanswered emails and ignored friend requests later, you are left alone in your cocoon. 

Wondering if she feels the same, and wallowing in pity over the answer because its a plain no.