Until I realized: this long expanse of free time to rekindle friendships is not real. We will never come home to each other again and we will never again have each other's undivided attention. That version of our friendship is over forever. And when I remember this, and it usually happens in those awful, quiet evening hours on Sunday nights, after dinner but before bed, I just lie on my sofa and cry for half an hour.
Mindy Kaling reflects on the bittersweet reality of friendships that change over time. She expresses a sense of loss realizing that the carefree moments shared with friends, where they could be completely present with each other, are gone for good. This acknowledgment brings a painful sense of nostalgia, highlighting that those perfect times can never be revisited.
In moments of solitude, particularly during quiet Sunday nights, Kaling allows herself to feel the weight of this change. As she contemplates the passing of her relationships, she finds herself overwhelmed with emotion, often leading her to tears on her sofa. This vulnerability underscores the natural grief that comes with the evolution of friendships.
