The final goodbye?
It is always a terrible feeling when a friend leaves, for a job, for studies, for whatever reason. Even worse when the friend not only leaves the city but leaves the country and moves to a separate continent. Multiply that feeling by a hundred, maybe two hundred, and maybe you can understand what I am feeling right now. Terrible. And then some more.
Prash and Venks have been keeping me company over chat while I keep checking the chat list, hoping against hope that somehow, I will see my best friend's name there. And beside it, a weird status message (something to do with Entourage or Ocean's Eleven or Arsenal or a verse from a Tamil song/poem or some self-deprecatory humour). I waited for pings, to see that green dot beside his name on the list. It stayed grey throughout the day. Fortunately, I got the texts, first from Chennai. And then from Mumbai. I didn't log into Skype the whole day. Well, I didn't need to. Skype was only there to chat with him and do our weird rituals and tease each other with visuals of punches and kicks.
And now is the ultimate moment -- when he has finished the immigration check and is at the airport to board the flight to England. Where he will stay for the next year or more. Sigh. I'm losing a friend, his voice, his ability to pull me through with a mix of humour and sarcasm, the comfortable thought of picking up my phone anytime and making call or sending a text. But only for sometime. I am praying it doesn't turn into a long time.
Prash and Venks have been keeping me company over chat while I keep checking the chat list, hoping against hope that somehow, I will see my best friend's name there. And beside it, a weird status message (something to do with Entourage or Ocean's Eleven or Arsenal or a verse from a Tamil song/poem or some self-deprecatory humour). I waited for pings, to see that green dot beside his name on the list. It stayed grey throughout the day. Fortunately, I got the texts, first from Chennai. And then from Mumbai. I didn't log into Skype the whole day. Well, I didn't need to. Skype was only there to chat with him and do our weird rituals and tease each other with visuals of punches and kicks.
And now is the ultimate moment -- when he has finished the immigration check and is at the airport to board the flight to England. Where he will stay for the next year or more. Sigh. I'm losing a friend, his voice, his ability to pull me through with a mix of humour and sarcasm, the comfortable thought of picking up my phone anytime and making call or sending a text. But only for sometime. I am praying it doesn't turn into a long time.
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