to Optimus Prime

Some days, not even Angry Birds can cheer you up. There are some things that give you that light and warm happiness. So light that you don’t notice when it’s there and so warm that it feels cold once it’s taken away.

I work in a scenario with constant movement of people. People keep leaving and new ones keep joining.

So today a dear friend (also happens to be a colleague) leaves my organization for (I believe) a better place. This is the first thing I remembered as soon as I woke up in the morning today. It is only now that I realize I am going to miss him around here. That there will be no more crazy “I am Optimus Prime” dialouges in office.

He’s not one of those silent, deep type of people. Not the sort of bloke who would author heavy leather-bound books.  More the sort who would effortlessly be the center-of-attention of a big group. He’s the sort who would crack a joke no matter how grim the context is. He’s the sort who went through a great personal tragedy recently and smiled widely the next time we met (before I could tell him I was sorry with my Sober Face).   

 For the past few months, I have been quite immersed in my own affairs (New friends, old heart-breaks, new family members, an engagement, you get the drift). So immersed that I haven’t talked to him much and haven’t been there for him in his tough times. There is immense guilt weighing down upon me all the time.

We have shared a complicated friendship; the kind that can be mended fully only by time.

I hope when I see him (hypothetically) many years later (both of us with kids with leaky noses and drooling mouths), it will all be clear and we will both feel unpolluted happiness.

But as of today, the truth remains that he leaves. We will part ways. I feel a sense of loss that surprises me. I have a heart after all. Who knew?

Dear A, you will always be one of the Primes.

 

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