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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Things are changing around here...

Wonderful people seem to wander into my life, so simply and easily. There is no fanfare of trumpets to announce their arrival and yet, somehow, you know that there is something special about them. Somehow, you know that this is no regular person. For reasons I can’t fathom, I have been lucky enough to have had several such people in my life. People who love and cherish me for who I am even if they don’t quite know exactly what that is.
But now, it’s come to that point in time when one of these people is leaving to another continent, and I can’t even meet her. One of my closest, truest and best friends since the third grade is leaving to college.
It’s not that I have never been away from my best friends. The truth is probably the opposite. Having been in boarding school, I’m quite used to it. Then why all this drama? I guess I always thought that once school was done, we’d all be together again and things would go back to the way they used to be; the hope that someday, we would meet in the middle.
That hope is gone now, blown away by the winds of change. Speaking with her on the phone, and learning of her impending departure, I didn't know what to think. There’s something about a phone conversation that makes me realise how much I really miss someone. Picking up the phone at first, there is excitement. Then the conversation begins and there comes a keen interest in the other’s life. Then I hang up...and I’m suddenly reminded that a piece of me has been missing for ages. I don’t know how I managed to forget that.
Hanging up after the call, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong about the whole situation. I know that in two years apart, we’ve grown to be different, found new friends and new places where we belong. But it felt anti-climactic, like an epic friendship (such as ours) couldn’t possibly end in a phone call.
Life, however, isn’t doesn’t care for your plot, your characters or the ending you wrote for your story. Life is always messy, isn’t it? But when things go wrong, the strategy of yelling “Plot twist!” and moving on is very attractive, but it doesn’t quite cut it.
I’m beginning to feel like I’m in a movie about star-crossed lovers. You know the one. The one where the couple reunite for one last time at the airport or the harbour or the train station. You catch my drift? Well, I can’t help but feel that I have to do something as dramatic as that. Like I said before, wonderful people come into your life so easily, I feel like I owe it to them to blow a fanfare every so often, just so they know how much they mean to me. And if (and I DO mean a BIG IF) this is her leaving my life, well then, I need a whole marching band. There’s no way I’m letting the good ones go without showing them how much they mean to me...


Priya said...

I feel for you....Go Get her gal !

Anna said...

I did :)