Change is constant...

I still remember that day. My parents shifted to Madurai and it was my first day in the new school. I was studying 3rd standard then. Coming directly from a school at Kalpakkam, which had a very calm atmosphere, I was overwhelmed with shock seeing the new noisy, kind of uncivilized environment in this school. My young heart didn't know how to react or how to adapt to the new world it was put into. My eyes slowly became moist, then wet and in a moment I was crying like a new born child. I caught everyone by surprise. My class teacher, my maths teacher (who had taught me in Kalpakkam), my classmates, everyone. One of my classmates was celebrating his birthday that day (18th Feb). Our classteacher requested him to give me an additional chocolate so as to subside my tears. Other classmates tried consoling me by giving a warm welcome. None worked. For the whole of first hour I was busy with my new surroundings. My eyes finally went dry after 2 hours. The view was now clear. I was looking at my fellow mates who were engrossed in the class. My eyes fell upon this girl, Ms V. She glanced at me and gave a warm smile.
For the next 5 years, we were classmates. We developed, atleast I thought we did, a nice relationship during that time. And then there was a break of 2 years until we met again in my 11th in a new school were she had joined in 9th standard itself. 5 years of friendship seemed to have drowned in just 2 years of separation. I had grown indifferent to people (especially girls). I thought I was wasting my time which was supposed to be used only for studies. We didn't bother to talk much for the next 6 years until last year when she told me about how haughty I was not to talk with her in 11th, 12th. I didn't know that I was perceived to be avoiding her. I think now, how childish I have been in my school days. Although I stopped crying in 3rd, I didn't grow up significantly in those years in school making me wonder about the purpose of education.
Today, after 5 and a half years, we met again in my house and had a beautiful time spent together. She has grown thinner now but her laughs didn't have any boundaries. She was still the same old V, maybe she has got a little better. I now know how to win back a friendship but still don't know whether I have learnt to not lose any of them!
That was one nice weekend at home! Will there be more? I can only hope.