A family had moved away for 3 months now; along went their cats, Sylvester and the ‘Cow’. They were not particularly fond of me, like I was of them. Sylvester never allowed me to pat him though I stopped by daily to salute.
Molly (whom I called the ‘cow’) greeted me at times: strolling over to rub her head against my ankles 😊 or rolling over on her back when she spied me. Still, I learned not to pat her. For often her initial coyness changed to an eerie hiss!! a conduct I could not fathom .. was there something wrong with me?
Nevertheless I adored them. Their mere presence made my neighbourhood – just that much lovelier.
Around this time of my neighbour’s exit was another one: at my work place. A group of colleagues whom I had come to know – for almost a year, and genuinely like – were leaving the office, one after another; trickling out the company and from my life.
Yes, life and work still goes on. The adult in me moves on, shakes the dust off and continues the daily march. (Or maybe, grind.) The child in me aches for the time – not so long ago, when work was almost play – filled with daily streams of laughter, mischief, and plain wackiness 😉😜 .
Heraclitus said “the only thing that is constant is change”. How about farewells?
No one said anything about what to do with these half-sown relationships. The constant ebb and flow of people in our lives – like shifting sands over the Saharan desert. Is it easy to just say goodbye?
If ” to say goodbye is to die a little “, how much of one is left when those whom we connected with are no longer found? Are not friends witnesses of our lives, whether in little or great moments?
Being alone sometimes feels unreal. How can I be sure – if what I saw, or what I did – wasn’t just imagined, without a companion or witness? When I stood over the beautiful Seine river for the first time, 5 years ago, I had asked myself – is this real? Was I really here in Paris beholding this beauty?
No one was with me to share that blissful moment.
So I took lots of pictures, as souvenirs and witness of my journey, many of which appear on pages in this blog.
Looking back at the many chapters of my life, I found treasure in the motley collection of persons encountered through my shifting trades.
From my wild ‘hairy’ days at Toni & Guy, to days of song and dance backstage of musical theatre, to where I presently am in a corporate academy: this is a tribute for all the boys, girls, men, women, whichever race and sexual preference you are of, who have crossed my path. I am the sum of these memories of you. Like differing shades of a painting, you have coloured my world.
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