Avi was wandering the empty streets of Singapore City.
There was a party on back home. He had just called them. It seemed like the ever lively party that he had been a part of. Nandini, the perfect hostess, and her husband the perfect host.
He spoke with them for a while. At least he thought so.
As he walked down the banks of Clark Quay, he realised how much he “didn’t” miss being there in the party. There was a tomorrow and his absence was a little sacrifice for that tomorrow. There would be more opportunities to celebrate – bigger reasons.
He didn’t mind walking alone – he wasn’t. He warmed up to the feeling of being with his team. This unusual cold weather in Singapore couldn’t make him shiver.
Javed’s presence, and Salim’s retorts. Raghu’s irrefutable logic and Sanjay’s silence. Nandini’s laugh and Abhinamyu’s nostalgic sense. There was enough warmth on a rather cold day.
November 4, 2006 at 5:47 am
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There was something missing in the party or should I say an element which is an integral part of all of us was Invisible. Though he was 10,000 miles apart he was with all of us all the time.
Twenty years from now you will be more lonely, or feel that you missed out, or disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that differentiates a person from the others. I am sure there will be more reasons to celebrate in the near future for all of us and you will be with us at that time.