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Parting is such sweet sorrow !

Maybe it happens to everybody or maybe it’s just me. I don’t know.


A little while ago P had come to office to visit us all. P worked with us for a year and a half. She left the company a year ago. She belongs to another state. When she left the company, she returned to her native place. We were very good friends when she was here and had a lot of fun together…all the girls in the company. After she left, she used to call on and off. We used to be in touch on the mail, but infrequently. Then a couple of days ago she contacted one of us girls and gave us the good news that she is getting married in April. Then her wedding invitation came on mail. This morning J told us that P was coming to meet us all this afternoon. Then she came. We were all very excited to meet her. We had great fun talking to her. Then as she was leaving, I started feeling a bit upset thinking, “I wonder if we’ll ever meet again”.


It’s strange. It happens to me all the time. Whenever anybody leaves the company or the town, I feel upset at the thought that maybe we will not meet again ever. Life is so unpredictable. Who can predict what will happen. At least when you share the same space…town or office, you meet regularly or rather, there is a mental assurance that you can meet whenever you wish. Then a person leaves and with some difficulty I reconcile myself to this person not being a part of my daily life. Parting takes the life out of me. But it is inevitable sometimes. So I have to reconcile.


Maybe it is not as bad as I feel it is. Maybe I need to be a little easier with my feelings. Maybe I’m too sentimental.


If I think of the people who have touched my life, who I feel for, I am amazed by the number ! Imagine, there are practically a thousand people out there in the world who have been a regular part of my life for some time and have taken away a part of me and left behind a part of them with me. In my heart I’m still connected with them and they with me. So what I am really lamenting is the loss of regular contact. Looking at it like this makes it feel slightly better. Also it makes me believe that if we are connected, we shall meet again. Just like I met P today.


Phew ! Now I’m feeling better ! We shall meet again :)

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