The sands of
time ran backwards when I spoke to him and I just knew that it was one of those
moments which I was going to ink on paper the moment I rushed back home. I had
been searching for a reason to write in heartbreaks and memory lanes but I
found one in a cozy December evening of the dying year. He was an old friend. A
piece of my past whom I loved so much that I had buried him ignorantly during
trying times to be unearthed by destiny when the time was right. And sitting in
an open field with him, it all came back to me. The candle, the poetry, the
carelessness and the beauty of being young and stupid!
We parted ways on a similar December evening.
There was no goodbye. It was just an abrupt leap into oblivion followed by
darkness of two long years. In these two years we learned the ways of life and
made ourselves a part of the crowd which we thought never belonged to us. It’s
funny what time does to you. We are all but puppets of the time’s winged
chariots. It made us run, it made us make mistakes, it taught us from our
mistakes and it made us forget each other… But I am not upset with time for
taking him away because it has brought us back together at a point in our lives
when we have room for each other…
Talking to
him today made me feel like I was no longer a puppet in the hands of Time. For
once I felt more powerful than Time. I felt like I had defeated Time in a small
way because being with him again killed the two years that had passed between
us. It was just like the old times. We had changed but our friendship had not. Our
conversations still flowed like cascades and even after changing by leaps we
connected at the same point where we had left each other.
The future
has always mystified me and it continues to do so when I think about what’s in
store for him and me. We drifted apart for a reason which brings the belief
that we must have met again for another one… Maybe with our stories and
questions we will bring back a part of ourselves which we have lost in the
choices we took and the mistakes we made… Maybe we will make some more good
memories and part ways again only to run into each other later when some more
life would have happened… And every time I will meet him, I will write, because
he never fails to fill me with words…
