Humsafar

Many times in our lives we cross roads with such wonderful people who would not just fill that void of an old friend from whom we had just separated but also become that good-close-best friend on the way, in a short  period of time. We get together more often, spend good times together, have loads of fun and even share our secrets/problems without inhibitions or the feeling of being with a stranger. Quickly we end up becoming such good friends and even weep and promise to miss each other, pledge to stay in touch when the time of separation once again comes.

How many times doesn't life repeat this cycle with most of us? It's directly proportional to the number of times we've changed number of places and moved on. A few emails or phone calls remain between us until an all new cycle has begun and the old cycle just hangs as an old calendar in the Facebook friend's list. Well it doesnt sound too good to hear, but true nevertheless. We even wonder if we really had spent such great times and had ever felt inseparable! Ask that strong part of the memory and the answer screams out with a big loud YES.

That colleague who had 100 cups of tea gossiping and boss-bitching, that neighbor who smiled and invited home for some coffee over the weekends, fellow traveller who only met you during flights or everyday at the bus stop. Or that roommate who shopped groceries with you and cooked your favorite dish.

Such instances just keep happening endlessly and we are programmed to overlook. Yes, the technology has advanced and we can make free calls to any damn place on earth and even see one another over a webcam. A voice inside asks me if we are too selfish to let go of such moments and deliberately weaken that part of the memory and act as if nothing matters. May be or may be not. Our lives would've still moved on without them, but there would be others in their place. Is it nobody's fault when everyone's moved on in their lives or is everyone just selfish enough to ignore or forget those old times that one should've rather cherished forever?

There's very little clarity in it, yet it was once part of your life and hence part of yourself. Is it not fair to question yourself and have a check about that little humsafar and share those moments you once did when you really can and when there's absolutely nothing that's stopping you? The question remains between you and me...