Separation

Separation is one thing I never want to face in my life. It’s just too hard! Then may it be separating yourself from friends, or family or the love of your life. For a moment, Life becomes a journey which brings your emotions and tears constantly downhill.

And the worst thing about that slide downwards is that you pass all those good moments you’d shared with the person or people you’re separating from on the way. Funny, isn’t it, how all the bad times get eclipsed just then?

My college just got over. Two long years spent with a whole campus load of eccentrics, weirdoes and lovelies can make the time seem so short. Somehow, ever since I’d joined, I’d started worrying about how difficult it would be to get separated from them all. That’s me. But now that college is over, I’ve started to think about the next time I’ll meet all those lovelies and eccentrics.

A good friend of mine used to say that I live for the future. I don’t think about now and the wonderful time I’m wasting thinking about tomorrow. I just think about tomorrow.

Anyway, as I was saying, college just got over, and the thing I’ve been dreading the last 2 years actually happened. Everyone is now separated. All the lovelies, weirdoes and eccentrics have spread out in the world to showcase their attributes. It’s been almost an entire month that we convocated, but just yesterday, I realized that I would never again be out with my friends again.

I had a group of five people, me including. The different antics we were always up to…! But that’s another post. Just yesterday, I realized that we would never set out again, the five of us on three motorcycles, just after midnight for a night-out in the cold. And with that realization, another punch hit me that I would never again lounge in my room, talking with my roommate, uncaring about the time ticking away my precious sleep.

Never again would I tousle any of their hair, pat their hands, or just, be with them!

And then, I realized how much I really hate separation. Life always does this to us. It brings us so close to pure strangers, and then, when we fall in love with them, poof! We have to part. Why, I ask! Two years with the greatest friends I could ever have are gone, and why can’t I ever be with them again? I’d always wished to have cool friends, and I did. I’m grateful for that…

But for this separation… Couldn’t that have waited a little longer?