My Dear, My Friend - James

It was a hot and lazy afternoon, with sunlight spilling its opulence across the room.

"Hello, dear! Free for dinner?"

"Sure, dear! Are you driving? You come and pick me up?"

"No problem, dear!"

"What time?"

"6.45 ok with you?"

"Great, dear!"

A slew of words ensued and I was chatting on the phone with James for about half an hour. If Del were my right-hand man, then James would surely be my left.

We've been through thick and thin with each other. Often, when he was frustrated, we would hole ourselves up in an obscure part of the college, prop ourselves against the walls and talk. We could talk till the gates were locked. He's very protective of me and I know that I can count on him anytime. Who else would abandon a group of friends to sit with me in stony silence at a playground in the wee hours of the morning, say, 3am? No questions, no queries. Just silent, stoic company. He understood. And so we sat, hardly uttering a word till I got up to leave. We're so close that he lugs me around in changing rooms to provide constructive opinions. He's more like a sibling than a friend. Lately, he's been plagued by some medical complications and has spent thousands on consulting specialists. I hope that aspect is resolved soon.

My dear, my friend....on a positive note, yummalicious dinner will be served in an hour!