i was returning home from university yesterday. when i reached at chawk bazar i saw one of my school frinds on the road side. at once i get down from the bus.......complete this story 300
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Title: A brush with the past
I was lost in thought on the bus home. The bus slowly huffed and puffed and reached Chawk bazaar and that all familiar cacophony of sights, sounds and smells assaulted my senses. Beyond that alluring veil, I saw something familiar, or rather someone. It was him. Him as in an old friend. I use the word friend here with a lack of caution. We had not spoken in a long time. It had been months since we had spoken. I suppose that comes with the territory of doing a masters’ degree in a university.
We last spoke when he got a new job and was excited about the road that lay ahead. I had to say hello. He was my friend after all. I got off the bus, weaving through the crowd like a champion footballer. I tapped him on the shoulder and we greeted each other with the widest of smiles and the firmest of handshakes. He looked more worn, more exhausted that I’d ever seen him. He spoke about how the work was taxing and despite the pay, how it took a lot out of him every day. He told me how lucky I was I stayed back in academia, shattering my illusions and perception of me unable to begin earning and be a stable, contributing member of society. We both reminisced past glories and episodes from school.
We laughed, we shared comfortable silences and then he told me he was getting engaged. This came as a shock, a pleasant one, nonetheless. I looked at him and he looked at me. At once I realized we were no longer two boisterous boys, covered in sand from the playground. We were two young men, on different paths, about to realize out destinies. We parted ways on a happy note, but this time with a promise to stay in touch, stay in each other’s life, really try this time. The journey at home didn’t seen as exhausting that day. I look forward to the engagement party.