The Other Side of a Friends’ Meetup

Image: Rohani Kristen

Every meetup where a group of friends get together is filled with laughter and joy. Time flies when you are with your school, college or university buddies. You discuss events, people, places and what not. You realize how silly you were to worry over petty issues and how non-serious you were about life’s realities.

Every memory is a joy to recall now.

That school canteen, that bunk with college friends, that rainy day in university; every pleasure is a treasure now. That workload, that pressure of the looming deadlines, that fear of the exam result; every pain seems a delight now.

The years are measured in laughs. The distance of decades is covered in seconds with smiles.

The past seems amazingly beautiful. When you are with your clan, you forget the world. Heart aches for a little more time to spend in this company. But, like everything else, this also comes to an end. Greetings are exchanged. Goodbyes are often replaced with the commitment of another meetup if and when life allows. One by one, everyone bids farewell.

Then comes the sad part of the meetup…the utter sorrow of leaving this part of life until next time.

The beloved chapter of life closes for one more time.

The heart beholds the memories which cannot be shared with anyone else, except these crazies we call friends. Each of them must go back to their lives, away from this bond of friendship. Back to a wife or husband, kids, a job, parents; where everyone and everything needs a dedicated commitment. This seldom lets you spare time for a frequent friends’ meetup. This shared world of memories must be left there and then. The remorse is overwhelming. But that exactly how life is.

That is the real other side of a friends’ meetup.

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