With Doris in Germany

When it comes to having the company of friends, I have always been blessed. No matter where I have travelled across the globe, my acquaintances gave me good company and the times spent are as vivid in my memory today as they were years ago. 

It was when I went to Germany that I stayed with my friend Doris. In the blissful serenity of the Black Forest, we enjoyed some quality time, reminiscing the glee of our youth and those who are no longer with us. Although years had passed since we last met, all those days that had vanished in between seemed only like moments in time. 

On my second visit it seemed I was there only to enjoy 'Kalbsschnitzel mit salat' – veal cutlets with salad, and endless fruit puddings which her mother, Aunty Leena, kindly made for us. She was a culinary genius and I enjoyed some hearty meals at her place.

I was like family. Doris' daughter Kisha was close to my heart and even her husband and I shared a bond that was stronger than many relationships. Doris referred to him as 'Schatlee' and he was a mechanic by profession. 

Back in our university days, Doris and I made friends with an Indian student. Watching him pray intently to his gods was quite a soulful experience for me. He was well versed in jewellery and I sought advice from him before buying anything. Sadly, I have only the memories of that friend as I have now lost all contact with him.  

Good friends are hard to come by. This is something I have learned from life. And so I miss my friends and the times I shared with them. They are fondly sealed in my memory.

By Fayza Haq