Days go by

We met when we did not yet know the meaning of that word. We stuck because, there was no one else more suitable around. And we were stuck, together, for years. Without need, out of habit. You could never point out what was wrong, though you always knew something was. (or maybe was not, I will never figure that one). Had our own strange equation. One's complex fed another: superiority, inferiority. Saprophyte and its host. But, both, symbiotically happy. (I cannot figure that one out too).
Days, months, years. Kindergarten, primary school, puberty, heartbreak, love. We saw it all together. I cannot say we stood together through all this, though we did share words. Some hollow, some well-worn. Summer treks, Monsoon umbrellas, in winter; steaming Maggi. This was where we were together. Sometimes studies, sometimes pranks, some stupid notes passed during class. An escape when parents went mad. Great songs, to be listened and sung. That's all that ever was. Or will be. ( I cannot still figure that one).
Lately, we tattered away, like some worn-out rag. PR exercises replace comradeship and formality disguises boredom. Faith is an illusion.