In three days, I will be done with my end semester exams and will become a college graduate. And there are only two things that I shall be taking along with me from there:
- A document pronouncing me as a graduate
The first one undoubtedly is important because it will help me in whichever career path I chose in the near future, but the latter is paramount.
It is this wealth of memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and on dark, gloomy days of montony and amidst strangers in a foreign land, the wisps of days gone by will make me smile.
It is a difficult realization: my friends and I, after spending a few years together and aiding each other in the painful process of growing up, shall now part ways. Of course we shall promise to keep in touch, but promises slowly fade away.
Some of us will become famous, and we one fine day, we shall see them on the TV and with a start cry out, “Oh! I knew her!”, and stare at the screen, mentally comparing the gawky teenager we knew to the well-groomed celebrity on screen.
News of some will filter to us through other acquaintainces, and we shall delight or rue their truimphs and defeats vicariously. (In our hearts, we shall long for those days when we were the ones they confided all their news to first).
Some we shall meet, suddenly, in markets and at the bus stop.
“How have you been?”
“Good. Can’t complain, and you?”
“Just doing fine”.
At this point his bus arrives, and we both move on with our lives, and maybe later that night reminisce about the’good old days’.
Maybe right now I am being cynical but change is scary. And yet part we must for whatever next adventure life takes to.
There’s only one thing that can be said…Thanks for the memories!