Eureka! We Met Where We Left, 22 Years Ago

school-reunion

Every parting is a form of death and every reunion is a form of birth. That’s the fun of going to a high school reunion: it’s seeing the people who you were close to all those years ago, and re-exploring the relationships of the past.

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

The tale sounds like grand tale, rather a saga, of separation and reunion but it goes much beyond. It’s a tale of never ending love, perseverance and the magic of technology—inner and outer.

Some old school mates from class of 1995, with use of technology, decided to meet in the school premise, at the same location where they all left 22 years back. No distance of place of lapse of time could lessen their friendship. They were determined, and they made it.

We decided to meet up on the footsteps of their school. It was evening time and all the memories of childhood struck like lightning. There was thunder in heart, a loud one as all hearts came together to beat as one.

The reunion was a trip to nostalgia. Time got suspended for a while as memories were climbing trees, shouting, laughing, jumping and doing mischief in the class. We met with the same energy as we used to meet in school.

Looks like the past is just one day behind. It seems that school life has just ended or maybe not—it’s still on. Everything comes in front of my eyes like a feature film. Long lost friends are now a click away—many are in foreign countries but technology plus love has conquered distance, won hearts and healed all wounds.

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