"Life is a race,If you do not run fast you will be like a broken anda",says Aamir in his latest flick 3 idiots.A broken anda that is what I have been feeling like recently. I realised that in this mad race called life I have lost touch with the harsh truths of estranged relationships.I did not understand the class system of modern relationships,where regular status updates are not only required on your facebook wall,but also in real life.
As I enthusiastically tried to get in touch and eagerly searched for phone numbers and addresses,I forgot that we had been separated rather abruptly a few years ago and since then a lot had come between us--time ,space and status.I was following only my heart which did not see any other reason or logic other than re-connecting with an old friend.Every time my satanic mind tried to put forth the question "what if",I lulled it to silence and was hopeful of a warm embrace.
I am happy for your success friend,and I will always be proud to associate myself with you as your old college/hostel mate.You will always be a part of my friendlore which I pass on to my daughter,and despite the fact that you think I am no longer worthy of being in touch I will always send prayers your way,I will always wish you will.
I will always hope that since you didn't live my life you you would not judge the rights and wrongs of it and some day you will call me ,hug me and we will walk down the memory lane together for old times sake.
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