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Sunday. 9 AM .Yawn . Damn you , small bladder. Its Sunday ! its blasphemous to get up at 9 AM on a Sunday !

Phone is brought back to life and it chimes ‘Happy Friendship day!” . 

A smile curls up in the corners of my mouth . Friends. Such a defining set of people.

Sometimes i wonder if i have really made friends after school or college. I have been working for 6 years now , and my office buddies are more like those relatives who are tired of your antics but they gotta see you anyway.

Money problems , tooth aches , bad dates – they have seen it all !

Still , in my head , we are only drinking buddies , coffee buddies , the people in sidelines of my life, and nothing more.

“Lets do something today !” – Rohit pings in the group.

Now everyone is coming up with ideas of celebrating Friendship day .

But , i still would like to go back to 10 years back – Nikhil’s Home , where Nitin and Mohit would be Deejaying and we would be dancing to’The crazy Frog’ or to Mayuri’s porch , where we would be laughing incessantly at a hawker passing by or something thats not even happening.

Trring, the phone rang , jolting me back to reality .

Its Supriya, asking if we should hang out with Paroms, Rohit and everyone else from office. ‘Its friendship day’ – she tries to convinces me.

‘Yes.” i said .

After all “its Friendship day !’  and we gotta hold on to all people who still want to see your face on a Sunday !