India, April 26 -- Nothing went wrong. We merely charted separate courses. Over time, we went from inseparable to, well, separated.

That feels like the strangest part. There was no fight, no betrayal; nothing, in fact, to mark a before and after. Just a slow drift. The kind that creeps up on one quietly.

I used to think intimacy needed a reason to break. That such a break always came with a story. Now I know it sometimes simply dissolves. Without malice or warning, it simply stops being what it used to be.

When I was just starting my career, my closest friend and I took long walks that ended with beers, every Friday. We bought bargain books from shops we both knew and loved. We watched films others didn't like. Had big conversations ab...