Spoke to someone after
light years today! He was missing when we came back from an Onam holidays while
we were in high school, Later some school admin staff told us that, his
father got transferred during the break and he has to move on without informing
us. In those stone age making a telephone call was not simple like today and I
am not sure if he knew my Telephone no, I felt little sad about not saying a
proper good bye or completing the 10th together, my heart was little
heavy for a while when I learned this since he was an equal partner in all the
good and bad things we did, but soon forgotten about him and life went on and
never bothered to find him.
Now sitting next to the window and
looking towards the bishop cotton’s playground opposite to the road with a cup
of coffee in hand and reflecting on the good times we had decades back, I am
suddenly realizing the very same heaviness which I experienced twenty years
back when we were in my school!
It’s amazing how the human
emotions are stored in memory. It starts from where it stopped with a
simple tap on head! Just like an old song bringing out all the good and bad memories
of an era along with each minute it plays.
But this is not a concern, I am so happy to talk and reunite to someone who was a part of my life for that short period. Concern is, if emotions attached to a childhood friend’s departure long twenty years back stored fresh in our memories without realizing it even for a second, then what about the ones we make and break when we are in our twenties and thirties when we have much more control on our lives? What is the baggage we are carrying in our hearts? And how less meaningful soul we are carrying with us? And how we will handle this emotional baggage when we will be older, weaker and lonely?
But this is not a concern, I am so happy to talk and reunite to someone who was a part of my life for that short period. Concern is, if emotions attached to a childhood friend’s departure long twenty years back stored fresh in our memories without realizing it even for a second, then what about the ones we make and break when we are in our twenties and thirties when we have much more control on our lives? What is the baggage we are carrying in our hearts? And how less meaningful soul we are carrying with us? And how we will handle this emotional baggage when we will be older, weaker and lonely?
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