The Day of the eagles

It was a day like any other. except that it wasnt. it was a Sunday-- a very long Sunday as it seemed. Was on my way down Greams Road, stray thoughts whistling through my head like the words of a 'No Doubt' song. I look up and i see you. You came in with the breeze. On sunday afternoon. I never thought you could be that way. A flock of eagles, so many in number i had never seen before just floating, around each other. I took a mental picture thinking to myself i should not forget this. How beautiful it is.
Wings so full of stillness as if giving you time to know who they are. The gliding is so slow you are happy if life slows down just enough to see it that clearly.
Thoughts strayed to the destination at hand. Oh yeah, another occasion when time slows as you enter the place where u have spent a hundred getogethers with the people who u have known you much longer than most. We were like those eagles who used to set out on our lives but ever so often come together to celebrate the fact that we have each other. We laughed, played, grew up, watched each other change. Somehow, when we were spending time together the hours seemed like minutes. And the months between reunions were forgotten. When u were at odds with the world, these people always seemed to take you out of your mind. They have their hang-ups sure, a whole bunch of 'em but somehow yet they testify everytime they see you that blood is thicker than water.
Of course, they may not seem as enthusiastic as we were in the old days, but neither am I. But what i'm sure we all feel in some degree is gladness for having what many others dont. Sometimes you just feel time slowing down in between a card game of "bluff" as eyes float from one to the other trying to see who can read the other the best. Or when we used to play "Dumb Charades" the sheer pleading in the eyes of the person imploring u to guess correctly all stay ingrained in your memories. Suddenly especially when your mind wanders sometimes in the middle of a good time, thinking back to your life which seems so far away, You freeze the smiles and beautiful expressions on the faces around, thankful for being so lucky. Suddenly, a voice breaks through those thoughts; "Vineeth, its your turn."
Sure our interests changed, we evolved but somehow a strong bond that was created always brought us back together. We wished only the best for each other, forgettin the disagreements and rememberin the times when we covered up for each other like breaking a lamp in a violent game of "blind man's bluff". When we had midnight swims just for fun, or raided the refrigerator with the lights out, because we wanted to enjoy each others company. Who among us can forget the games of "Limbo" with a long red scarf or the games of "Twister" where we got ourselves into the most awkward positions.
Sure this Sunday may not be the same but it has grown from all of those. And when we say Hi there is acknowledgment of how much it has taken to get here. Just enjoy every minute, we will be there sharing your joy and sorrow always. We sit and talk and exchange more about our lives. We are so proud of each other. I am so happy for everything they are because they remind me how nice life is and to be thankful.