An invisible thread...

A Sleepless night, sometimes leads to a blog and yesterday was one such night.

"Hello"....I noticed a small window popped up while I was in the middle of a financial calculation for my project. I clicked on the chat window reluctantly said "hi" and continued while the window kept blinking. Another 15 minutes while I was engrossed in the excel, that window had messages on messages as the person seemed desperate...and the last sentence read...u there??

That is how the first interaction started with a person I haven't known for all my life. From initial courteous interactions, to more friendly discussions to curious questions began the journey of knowing someone and building an unnamed relationship. Hours and hours of talking, discussions on hundreds and thousands of topics bridged the gap from a stranger to an acquaintance to a friend. The episodes of conversations, fun time together continued for a few months and with passage of time as life got busy conversations started to reduce to mono labels and now we rarely get to talk.  

My IT infected mind relates this phenomenon to a software development life cycle. When we start any projects we have everyone coming together with great passion enthusiasm. We make it a part of our life, but with time, with conflicts with issues the passion start to fade. Soon it becomes a part of our routine and we associate it as life. Towards the end it literally feels to close it as soon as possible and move on.

But one thing which remains is, an invisible thread.

I call it a thread of memories, of good and bad times we spent together. We often recall the incidents, situations, some special comments of those people who made us laugh or even cry at some point. With time, we even forget the names but do remember what that relationship gave us and how it developed us to what we are today.

If I reflect back to years I have lived, I have made loads of friends, acquaintances in life. Some came as school friends, neighbor hood friends, gym friends, most of them my work colleagues and many I just met in travel for a few hours or minutes.

I read in a book once, that we often get close to people who had played some part in our life in our last birth. We meet them again, because, there was something left incomplete in the past life which we have to conclude in this life. So whenever I meet someone I often think about the role he/she would have played in my life.

If I could keep a log of the how we met, what we shared and how we parted ways, I will have an autobiography of thousands of pages. But some names, some people get registered in this book of life as key highlights and others are forgotten.

But as they say, it’s a small world and it often happens that we meet them someday, somewhere and just say..."hey look at you, you are just the same". And the journey continues….

Dedicated to my long forgotten friends and just to let them know, that you are remembered always :-))