Ek Spring Aisa Bhi: March, Me and a Web Series

This is something particularly personal and precious to me. Pretty much about me, what friendships mean to me and a web series.

March 2019. I had just completed my final exams of class 8.

I had been quite an introvert all my life and had already spent 12 years of my life to find true friendship. Naturally I was lonely in the long spring breaks, before the new academic session was about to begin.

One lonely spring afternoon, I started watching the first web series of my life — “Gortimer Gibbon’s Life on Normal Street.” It had 39 episodes in total.

Now what is the point of writing this thread, you would ask. This web series comforted and broke me in weird ways. I was about to be 13 in a month, about to start my teenage and I didn’t have friends with whom I had an emotional connect. I am an INFP and may be that’s the primary reason why passionate friendships always meant the world to me. I still continue to be envious of the duo of Ron and Harry (Potterheads know why).

This web series was about three friends (who would do anything for each other) and their almost-magical lives. It was surreal and their bond was something which moved me. With each episode I would realize more what ‘friendship’ (apparently an easy term) truly meant.

It was extravagantly soothing for me to watch such expression of love, empathy and emotional and intellectual connect, which my 13-year-old self was sure I would never find. Here were these three people taking refuge in each other’s arms in difficult times and then there I was lonely in my grief, struggles, little joys and accomplishments. I cried a lot while watching this and I cried even more after I watched the last episode. I had started to live in the world of the lovely trio. A month later the school resumed and not lying, I was disappointed and lonely again.

And after all this time, I know I will cry again when I re-watch it. I’m not quite lonely anymore, I’m a part of a larger group now with like minded people. But somewhere, the series still remains divine and melancholic at the same time, for me.

The array of emotions I felt while I watching this is something very precious to me and perhaps that’s why 3 years later, I’m here writing this.

Even sadness is blissful and joy is melancholic at times.