It starts with a squealed “Tum bhi?”
And many more rushing on to you..
Happy milestones across the road,
In a giddy flight along the highway.
Dare turn away from the smooth sail..
Into a dusty lane of bumps and holes.
And another, and any other..
Past the bruises, beyond the aches.
Exploring, and getting lost..
Into each other’s flaws and fears.
The miles build up in comfortable silence..
An occasional “Tum bhi, na!” marking distance.
That journey never-ending..
Piling up labored miles, unnoticed..
From an excited “Tum bhi?” to many an exasperated “Tum bhi, na!”..
Of that scarily special bond, well worn in – a friendship in adulthood.
The Conjecture Girl 