..old friends are like old wood..they make better fires..and when old friends meet, they usually start a small conflagration that others nearby may find it strange, if not alarming...conversations become animated and laughter unrestrained..for that moment they are lost in their own space time continuum..
a friend of my youth, Haji Wan Salman Ahmad dropped
by yesterday..after the boisterous hugs
and pats on the backs, it was down to serious business..
recalling moments of our youth..lost on our own lane of memories,
his accompanying two siblings and wife were bemused..
..its good to have old friends..they're like that good book you once relished reading and kept it carefully on a shelf , sometimes unattended for years but never forgotten..and each time you take it out, and flip through the pages, the familiar words and sentences will once again jolt your memories into instant recall..old friends tend to be like that, undemanding, but always appreciative of that little gestures that we give...and surviving in spite of it..
..at Pak Soh's house, Bachok..Haji Wan's relative by marriage..
..its difficult to put a value on old friends..or how important they are in your twilight years..for they are gentle reminders.. we see in them what we have become.. the long journey that we took..the friends that we have lost..and we recalled the brashness of our youth..as we see in each other that tonal mellowness of aging...