I’m in a sappy mood, so I’m just going to shout out a few hours in advance to my dearest friend from high school entering the thirties club!
Saurabh, do you remember that long-ago birthday when we threw you a little post exam surprise party, and you never figured it out because you’d forgotten it was your birthday? That will always be how I think of you. I cannot believe it has been 15 years.
15 years since we were made “partners” in school, since shared pencils and shared secrets, since tears after bad exam marks, since ICQ and MSN conversations after school, since that phone conversation that turned your ears red and made me swear never to reach out to you again, since (somehow) becoming friends again, since so many other teenaged tantrums, tears, confidings. I cannot believe we have been part of more than half of each other’s lives, swimming in and out of regular touch, but always present in a far corner, always (okay, almost always!) at easy reach when it mattered.
Thank you for a decade and a half of being there, of figuring it out, of honest conversations, of shared tears, of so much fun. For your openness to growing together, for trusting me enough to let me push you into conversations that you were initially uncomfortable with. For your rock-solid confidence in my heart, for your unflinching presence by my side. For being one of the running threads in my life, explaining me to myself, often without even trying.
It periodically, regularly boggles my mind to think about how much we’ve been able to stay part of each other’s lives in these last 12 years of not even sharing a continent, about how time zones and crow-flying-miles have never gotten in the way of our remaining each other’s steadiest cheerleaders and soundest support systems. I cannot imagine having done this decade-and-a-half without you.
Happy birthday, my friend. Here’s to many, many more. I love you!
Throwback to a time before Saurabh believed in smiling for the camera