She asked me "Why don't men cry?" I said "I can't answer that coz I am a guy and I do cry"... In the morning someone in the lab said "Here comes another mail. One more guy left the company" As the name of the guy was read out a smile passed my face. It was the last working day of one of my colleagues at Maruti. Someone who had become a very good friend of ours. I heard the full name of the guy being read out. I turned around and said "Yes sir. He's my friend". I still remember that hint of pride in my mind when I had told that he got admit at a prestigious university in Europe and is leaving to do his higher studies there.
She said "But still...". I knew what she was asking but I really didn't have an answer. I finally gave it a thought and said what I could best come up with. I said that all of us cry, we cry when we see or remember something that we value and start feeling the lack of it. He became like an integral part of our daily life. He managed to sit through lunches filled with talks in Telugu, but he left such an impression that without his phrase "On your face" the lunch now feels incomplete. I get reminded of him every time I see RJ (the girl he used to adore, he still does I guess :P)
He wasn't the first one to leave. But his leaving was something that made me realise a lot of things. Our journeys are all different. People happen to meet and with some luck and interest they make friends. When the time comes we part. But we don't go empty handed. We take with us the memories of all the good and bad times we spent together. The memories which heal the tears on the inside and knit a beautiful smile on the outside. Thala, thanks a lot for all these sweet memories. Dunno why I started calling you that but now that I know the meaning I feel it suits you well. We'll sure keep in touch. Keep rocking. I wish you all the very best for your endeavours and adventures. And we still have to meet someone at your wedding, with at least two kids.
Cheers
She said "But still...". I knew what she was asking but I really didn't have an answer. I finally gave it a thought and said what I could best come up with. I said that all of us cry, we cry when we see or remember something that we value and start feeling the lack of it. He became like an integral part of our daily life. He managed to sit through lunches filled with talks in Telugu, but he left such an impression that without his phrase "On your face" the lunch now feels incomplete. I get reminded of him every time I see RJ (the girl he used to adore, he still does I guess :P)
He wasn't the first one to leave. But his leaving was something that made me realise a lot of things. Our journeys are all different. People happen to meet and with some luck and interest they make friends. When the time comes we part. But we don't go empty handed. We take with us the memories of all the good and bad times we spent together. The memories which heal the tears on the inside and knit a beautiful smile on the outside. Thala, thanks a lot for all these sweet memories. Dunno why I started calling you that but now that I know the meaning I feel it suits you well. We'll sure keep in touch. Keep rocking. I wish you all the very best for your endeavours and adventures. And we still have to meet someone at your wedding, with at least two kids.
Cheers
