2 SEPARATION…

Today, the date is 31.05.09 and I am writing this down at 1.44 am.
Well, this is a season of separation for me. Yes, my UG is over and friends are moving out one by one back to their native. So many days together… with so much fun, so much laughter, so many fights and so many tears… all lay deep in my heart. As long as we have water near by, we won’t feel thirsty. The same way, till this moment, I dint realize how much separation would hurt me. But it is more than I expected, and heavier than I thought I could put up with. I never spent even minutes, thinking of what I will be doing without looking at my friends daily in college and winding off time with them. But now, all I am doing is thinking of how I am going to overcome this sick feeling. Because, this surrounds me at unexpected times, and suffocates me with its bitter sweet nature. This is the feeling with my best pals, who I had been seeing and talking and eating with for four solid years. I cry under my bed sheet, till my pillow went wet. This hurts so much, may be because I won’t be teasing or walking around with or study with.

But there is one person, whom I never met in person. All I know is his voice and the JPG form of his face. All we ever shared was words. There were so many times that I thought it would be better if I had him somewhere near…! I never walked with him or ate with him; I never roamed around with him or fought with him even once… I know him only for months. But still, when he went some where far away, again I felt the same throbbing feeling as with my friends whom I had known for ages. Till then I had graded my friends based on how long I had know them and how long I had been with them. But I don’t know how to grade this man. I don’t understand what happened to my rule here. May be this is what a good relation is. Yes, we have difference in age, in ideas, in thoughts, in habit and in faiths. But there is some refined form of friendship that keeps me with him. May be this is a power which makes even wolves fight for their pack, and may be this is the one which made my heart heavy when he left, and may be this is the one which is making me write for the blog at this time.
I know that the world is round and we keep meeting our loved ones always, the old story said again and again. Old story yet so true… the same technology which gave me an introduction to these precious people will as well take care of my love and affection for them. We can’t accept a new mom or new dad or new siblings. But we accept these angels called friends, because it’s inscribed in our senses that they are a part of our functioning… and now I understand. Now I understand why my heart aches so much when they go away, and why I fear the word ‘separation’…. because a part of my functioning stays miles away from me… love you people for ever.
Love,
Vidhu