So who was he?
Who was who?
You know, the one you never talk about!
Aren't you too curious?
Everybody always has a story! C'mon now!!!
Just this once, alright!
Deal!
I won't say once upon a time. That's so fairy tale like. Neither am I, a demure female, nor was he the charming prince. My dear ones call him an expensive charlatan! Perhaps he was one! Anyways it was too long ago. Seems like another life now.
I was in college back then and was a bohemian sorts. Acted and dressed the part. I was looking down the floors talking to a friend and there he was. I always remember him like this weird thing, always smiling. What is so good in this world! Why does he always need to be so damn happy! I invariably always had a perpetual frown on my face. I think and I brood.There was this something in him which was so different from what was essentially me. He seemed so content and it was intriguing in a way. I could never figure it out. Even later. It was out of question that we could be friends and that eliminated all pretense. Later when we did, I always used to wonder at how it happened. Yes, I never had to pretend. Never needed to be understanding and matured. I could be crazy, talk on for hours, and he wouldn't stop me. He would laugh at me, and strangely I would feel funny. He would say the wildest things and we would laugh for hours. We were as different as different could be yet I found some semblance of peace. I have been looking for that peace ever since.
Anyways time flew by and we sort of stuck together. Contrary to popular belief, I never saw him as what others did. For me he was the person who always had a smile for even the cafeteria boys. He was someone who never judged.There was this humility that I never had. I admired the person he was. Even when he was not there, his essence stayed.
I am not repentant that he is not there. We drifted apart. After a while life gave up on us. For me he is a precious memory. Something that I can't buy with my obsessive job or appraisals. People at times curse those who leave. But I don't because I can't. I have learned a lot of life in those years. Perhaps in some way he made me realize I can be nice to people too. I can try to empathize. Be patient, not fire up every time things stop going my way. He taught me humility to a great extent. I am of a kind who rarely forgets. But someone said something the other day, it's actually how one remembers. I try to be him on occasions when the going gets tough. That is how I remember.
Disclaimer : Excerpts from a conversation long since forgotten!
Who was who?
You know, the one you never talk about!
Aren't you too curious?
Everybody always has a story! C'mon now!!!
Just this once, alright!
Deal!
I won't say once upon a time. That's so fairy tale like. Neither am I, a demure female, nor was he the charming prince. My dear ones call him an expensive charlatan! Perhaps he was one! Anyways it was too long ago. Seems like another life now.
I was in college back then and was a bohemian sorts. Acted and dressed the part. I was looking down the floors talking to a friend and there he was. I always remember him like this weird thing, always smiling. What is so good in this world! Why does he always need to be so damn happy! I invariably always had a perpetual frown on my face. I think and I brood.There was this something in him which was so different from what was essentially me. He seemed so content and it was intriguing in a way. I could never figure it out. Even later. It was out of question that we could be friends and that eliminated all pretense. Later when we did, I always used to wonder at how it happened. Yes, I never had to pretend. Never needed to be understanding and matured. I could be crazy, talk on for hours, and he wouldn't stop me. He would laugh at me, and strangely I would feel funny. He would say the wildest things and we would laugh for hours. We were as different as different could be yet I found some semblance of peace. I have been looking for that peace ever since.
Anyways time flew by and we sort of stuck together. Contrary to popular belief, I never saw him as what others did. For me he was the person who always had a smile for even the cafeteria boys. He was someone who never judged.There was this humility that I never had. I admired the person he was. Even when he was not there, his essence stayed.
I am not repentant that he is not there. We drifted apart. After a while life gave up on us. For me he is a precious memory. Something that I can't buy with my obsessive job or appraisals. People at times curse those who leave. But I don't because I can't. I have learned a lot of life in those years. Perhaps in some way he made me realize I can be nice to people too. I can try to empathize. Be patient, not fire up every time things stop going my way. He taught me humility to a great extent. I am of a kind who rarely forgets. But someone said something the other day, it's actually how one remembers. I try to be him on occasions when the going gets tough. That is how I remember.
Disclaimer : Excerpts from a conversation long since forgotten!
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