There were two best friends Priya and Riya.
Due to some reason they become enemies. They both didn't think about themselves for years-not also priya had saw Riya sitting on their old school in the ground,looking almost same,yet entirely different.

It had been 10 years since they had last talk.
High school had ended,both friends entered in college now somehow their friendship, once set as an example for many true friends sharing obsession with story books and being crazy about pani puri had converted into silence.

Priya once saw riya on road,and she hesitated, whether to walk over or pretend that she hadn't notice her.But before she could decide, Riya looked up and smile broadly.

"You still take so much time to decide,huh?"
Riya joked.

Priya giggled, and while breaking the discomfort,and you still talk to much.

They both sat together, the awkwardness entering like an uninvited guest.Then without thinking Priya told, "Why did we stop talking? "
Riya answered."may be college, work,responsibilities..I don't know.May be we both assumed that the other one was too busy.

Priya move her head up,that was the thing about growing up—friendships didn’t explode, they just faded. But sitting here, next to the guy who once knew all his embarrassing childhood secrets, it felt like no time had passed.
“I used to think about calling you,” Riya admitted. “But then I figured maybe you’d moved on, made new friends, had a whole different life.”

“I thought the same about you,” Priya said. “I mean, you were always the one who had people around. It didn’t seem like you’d have time for an old friend.”

Riya snorted. “Yeah, well, turns out, friends who actually get you don’t come around that often.”

Priya looked at her then, really looked at her. There were a few strands of grey in her hair now, a faint tiredness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Maybe they had both changed more than they realized.

“So, tell me,” Priya said, leaning back, “are you still terrible at math?”

Riya groaned dramatically. “Some things never change.”

“So, tell me,” Priya said, relying back, “are you still terrible at solving math problems?”

Riya expressing pain said,“Some things never change.”

Priya laughed. “And here I was, hoping adulthood had finally knocked some sense into you.”

Riya shook her head. “Nope. I still count on my fingers sometimes.”

Priya smirked. “Some things really don’t change.”

A breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and roasted peanuts from a nearby vendor. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“You know,” Riya said finally, “I miss those days.”

Priya nodded. “Me too.”

“We had all these dreams back then,” Riya continued. “You wanted to be a scientist, I wanted to start my own business. We thought we had all the time in the world.”

Priya sighed. “And then reality hit.”

“Yeah,” Riya said. “Reality sucks.”

They sat there, lost in the past for a while, before Riya suddenly grinned. “Remember the time we skipped class to watch that superhero movie on opening day?”

Priya burst out laughing. “And then we got caught because the teacher saw us in the mall food court afterward?”

Riya shook her head. “That was the dumbest thing we ever did.”

“But totally worth it,” Priya added.

Riya smiled, and this time, it wasn’t just nostalgia—it was something warmer, something real. “You know, we don’t have to let things fade again.”

Priya raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“We could, I don’t know… meet up once in a while,” Riya said. “Catch up properly.”

Priya pretended to think. “I don’t know. I’m a busy woman now.”

Riya rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You just admitted you still argue about superheroes.”

Priya grinned. “Fine. But only if you finally admit Superman would win.”

“Never,” Riya said, standing up. “Come on, let’s get some pani puri. I’m starving.”

Priya stood, shaking her head. “Still the same Riya.”

“And you’re still the same Priya who overthinks everything,” Riya shot back.

Priya laughed. Maybe some things did change. But the best ones? They stayed the same.

As they walked away from the bench, side by side, it felt like fifteen years had never passed.

Some friendships didn’t need to be restarted from scratch. They just needed a little reminder of why they existed in the first place.

As they reached the food stall, Riya suddenly stopped and turned to Priya. “Wait. Loser pays, right?”

Priya narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You lost the last superhero argument. You owe me.”

“I lost?” Priya scoffed. “I think not.”

“Fine. Rock-paper-scissors?” Riya grinned mischievously.

Priya rolled her eyes but held out her hand. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Three… two… one…”

Both threw their hands forward at the same time.

“Ha! Paper beats rock!” Riya cheered. “Looks like you’re paying!”

Priya groaned. “Some things really never change.”

And just like that, they picked up where they left off.

So Moral of the Story:

True friendships may fade with time, but they never truly disappear. Life may pull people apart, but reconnecting with an old friend can feel like no time has passed at all. Some bonds are meant to last, and sometimes, all it takes is a simple conversation to bring them back to life.