An open letter to all my friends I am failing to keep in touch with…

Dear buddies,

Well, first of all I know I am a terrible person - for not chatting on Whatsapp groups or just plainly replying to your text messages, or not calling you just to ask how your life has been…

A big sorry for all of that! But for me ‘Writing triggers writing’.

Today morning, I received this heartfelt note and dark chocolate bar from a very dear friend, which made me introspect my behaviour. Well, this isn’t an apology letter or an explanation for my behaviour – because I know my friends will never expect that.

It is just something I always want to tell and just fail at conveying it. Well, I can now be successfully categorized into the group of ‘non-socials’ – google it and you’ll be like hell yeah!

I am not much of a chatting kind of a person – and the reasons are…I enjoy reading what others are writing, I am too lazy to type the message and I know just a single emoticon would add no value to message.

Hence no message.

I really lack the social skills -  where I have to wish you all for Diwali, New year, Christmas, Dussehra…I mean  I would love to eat Faral and celebrate new years’ with you instead of messages. And you cant blame me – I wish you all on the birthdays – though not cliched 12:00 AM…I CALL YOU AND WISH YOU!!! I know this cannot be an excuse.

I would love to call you – and speak about anything – but you know me I am a very uncreative person who immediately runs out of topics.

But all I want to say is – even if I am not messaging you or calling you, I am missing you and I am always just a call away. You call me and I am there to fix your punctured tyre, to have tea with you at 2:00 PM, to find your lost wallet at midnight, change the telephone bills,  to help you move back from a place, to rant about someone at 3:00 AM….trust me..and you know it…I am up for all!!!
So you get my point, right?

This isn’t supposed to be a tearful letter or anything...just something I always wanted to tell my friends. While I am failing this social norm of keeping in touch – Well, I am just telling you I am not!

So basically I am like the dark chocolate my friend gave me – bittersweet – mostly bitter but with a tinge of sweetness! :P

So, with all our routines messing up..I'll try my best to keep in touch..that’s it! :)


                                                                                                                   Your familiar stranger,
                                                                                                                               Susmita

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