My childhood friend, very sweet Jasbir.

A very dear friend of mine deserves a mention on my Blog. Her name is Jasbir and she is my childhood friend (the only one with whom I am in touch with). We grew up together. And then life goes one and we lost touch with each other. I moved away from Mumbai and completely forgot to remain in touch with her.

But after many years and after a lot of effort she managed to trace me. And we met again and then onwards we are in touch. Though not as frequently as one wishes to....but on and off!I am a busy working executive and a home maker. She too is the mother of a lovely 11 year old son. His name is Monty and his birthday falls on the next day as mine. Mine being 22nd November and his 23rd November.

Last one year has been particularly busy for me. Many things happening on the personal front and work front. Unfortunately once again I forgot to remain in touch with my Childhood friend; dear Jasbir. When ever she called me during this time, I was in a meeting or I was driving or something else occupied me. I promised her that I would return her call...but never kept my promise.

And one day....after many many many months I received an sms on my mobile phone. It was an unknown number. I was curious. Who could it be? The message too was touching. Since I have stored in on my mobile; I would like to share it verbatim, "To let someone realize your importance try to stay away so that they miss you......But don't stay away for such a long time that they teach themselves how to live without you....."..The message was so touching that I had tears in my eyes. I still dint know who had sent it..So I replied back asking whose number it was....No guesses! It was my friend Jasbir. Her message made me feel so miserable. I truly hated myself for not having got in touch with her earlier.

There are so many people to whom we matter. And we just take them for granted. My dear friend Jassi. I truly value your friendship. You are a part of my Childhood & all its beautiful memories. I cherish ever minute that we spent together....eating, playing, watching Television and so many more girlish talks that we had. It will remain in my heart till I get old and have amnesia or dementia what ever they call it. And then memories will fade away gradually. But till then it is a promise that I care for you. Lots of Love to you and Monty.