Twelve years down the memory lane...

It was yet another ordinary day for me. I got ready and rode my bike to office. From the parking area I walked to office. Suddenly my eyes caught sight of something precious for it!! Oh my!! Lo! there stands Sweta!!

My eyes welled up with tears of happiness. There were the vivid pictures of sweet moments of twelve years down the memory lane.

The corridors of the training college were echoing with cheerful songs & laughters. There was fun and fights... friends & foes like Sweta, Romy, Saj, Shajin, John, Williams, and myself...

We learned how to channelise our talents for the good of the society. Learnt how to react powerfully. Learnt how to use the pen creatively, how to be with the wounded and helpless and ease or share their pains. We were learning to be responsible humanbeings.

We made fun of each other. We lauded each others victories. We shared our failures. Stood with the losers. There were fights between us. The more we fought the more our relationship got strong. There, be it friend or foe, everyone loved everyone. Words transcended their meanings, identity transcended and we were a "big one."

And then it was time for us to bid farewell & take our own paths... Now the time has brought me & Sweta together on the cross roads again... I didn't've to take even a second to recognise Sweta & memorise her name.

On the busy street we shared around five minutes together. Hearts throbbing... I did not ask for her contact nor did she. It'd be like asking for one's own contact.

And then it was time for us to bid farewell & take our own paths, hoping the time will bring us again together on the cross roads of life...

Thank God...