It is just like turning the pages of a calendar, a kind of stone we step across, a chapter of the book we’re done with reading.
Welcome to the philosophy of moving on.
It is rather prevalent here, in this corporate jungle. New people pouring in and some of the older ones silently getting off the bus – it is all a part of what is better known as ‘life’.
Almost a year ago, I moved to a new city, a new workplace, met so many new people – but as life would have it, some are always slightly more special than the others. Such was this child to me. Exceedingly bright and smiling, wearing the brightest of yellows; rather misunderstood by a portion of the population here, who thought of her to be a smart-mouth who was all about theory and letting other people know how much she knew.
There was another part of her, which not many knew of. A girl, who was often expected to deliver much more than is right and not finding anyone to talk to, cried in the bathroom, who had these little graffiti around public affairs through her workstation, a genuine person who had so much to give others. Today was her last day in office and I suddenly realised that I would no longer be able to stretch my neck and scream for her, across the office. It would be a few phone calls, lesser text messages, maybe a few emails and mighty Facebook – none of them with the same feeling that can come from a little chat over tea in the cafeteria, a hug to attempt to mend the other person’s confidence, a smiling ‘Good Morning’ wave and nod. She, being younger than me, will lesser experience of existing, has immense faith in me and believes that I can achieve so much more and that to me, will always make me remember her fondly.
Although I know that it’s all for the best, I know I will miss her – not only because I am the known emotional fool, also because she was a good friend and you don’t find too many of those lying around.
Like I wrote to her in the farewell email – I pray that all good things in life come to her and I hope it’s never goodbye.
