In the reunion schedule was a couple of hours of unstructured free time. The idea was that we might want to visit the respective homes where we lived, our old haunts, and perhaps even run into a few familiar faces in town.
We broke off into small groups and headed in different directions. It was no surprise, however, when even within this, our paths crossed.
"J" and "S" were the first ones we ran into, in the drizzle that was falling thanks to Cyclone Thane. It was outside the town's main library.
I have spent many hours there, scanning through materials that were not in any way directly related to the school materials. As Mark Twain humorously noted, I've never let school interfere with my education :)
"J" said that she probably spent half her life there, and I thought I did too.
"S" chuckled. "Sriram and Srikumar rarely did their school work, and read everything else" he added.
That is true; neither of us cared for the school work. Was that to our advantage or disadvantage, I will never know. After all, there is no real life Groundhog Day.
We parted again, for a while.
A few minutes later, we ran into another group--this was a large one of five or six.
With one arm over "P" and another over "U," I told them how much I appreciated their presence. "You two are so much fun and wonderful, and I feel awful that we didn't know each other when we were in school" I told them.
What I told "U" and "P" is equally applicable to many others at the reunion--the guys and the girls. "G," with whom I had very little interactions is one neat guy to talk to, especially on serious subjects. Similarly, the time I spent with "D" was not much at all at school, and now it is such a delight to talk with him.
After a few minutes of joshing, we all went our ways, yet again.
And then we all got together again for a final meal together. Only to bring the curtains down and begin to head back to our respective corners where we lead our daily lives.
But, I am sure our paths will cross again, and again, and again, and ....
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