One of my very best friends from the university publication posted photos of our times participating in competitive campus journalism conferences, and looking at them, seeing myself smiling somewhere sandwiched by my most beloved friends…
Somehow, these photos seem to me like they were taken in some other life, where everything was simpler, where I did not drink a minimum of two cups of coffee per day, where my biggest problems were the date of our latest releases.
I felt a pang inside me, and for split second I hated life for always having its way of bringing people together in a most special bond, only to break them up as they go in each other’s way.
As I look into these photos, I saw glimpses of who I am today, of who I was once, and of who I will become in the future, though technically at present, there is nothing more that I would want than to be sandwiched by the same people all over again and get lost in a wave of their impeccable laughs, their mental orgasms that come like lightning to a rod, and yes, even their scolding and dagger stares.
We raged and raged against the dying of the lights… but I guess, we had it coming.
Life always happens.