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Once upon a time….
I read the line from a fb connection. It forced me to stop and take a check. Where indeed did all those people go?
I remember walking down the street in Nashik, late in the night with a pint sized friend. We made an absurd figure, I was big even as a 19 yr. old. My friend Zen mentioned the age old formula of friendship,vowing to be ever deeply connected. The cynic in me cautioned him, and mentioned that I would be surprised if the statement would stand a 10 year test.
It did not. 25 years later,I keep searching the net for his existence, to reach out and atleast get re-acquainted.
Life is full of friends who have passed through the revolving doors,coming and exiting with every relocation,job or house or city or country.
The list is long. But yes, the heart does ask me softly sometimes. Where did all those people go?
Nostalgia? Is that the reason.
Or is it that they represent parts of your existence.They validate your past. Your shared joy, your shared pain. They also provide an opportunity to compare notes on the visions we had, and the results we achieved.
As a 19 year old, I had very little understanding of where life would take me.
I wish and hope that one day, I will be able to write about all these wonderful people & build fantasies around their lives from the time we parted. These fantasies will live as per our wishes during those days.It is like you wished to be an astronaut as a child and ended up as a store-keeper. It is like the store-keeper fantasising his life as a astronaut.
Quixotic this may be. But fantasies are the constituent of the fantastic. I hope I dont settle for anything less. This would be my tribute to those friends who used the revolving doors.
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