On Changes

I am thinking about transitions. And you sprang to mind. It was 7, almost 8 years ago. You left, leaving me in my fits of melancholy for being left behind. Words have always been my best friends, so I wrote. To you, to myself, to my counselling teacher (I was told to do so). I still remember her, my counselling teacher. It was the first time anyone has mentioned that word to me. You are in transition period, she said.

Since then, I have been through a lot of transitions. Each one felt less painful than the previous one. I guess the thing about growing up is that you learn to hold things lightly in your hand, knowing that one day, you'll have to let go.

We used to sign off our letters with God bless you. When internet came into the picture, it became GBU. Then it became Take care. And now, almost no more e-mails.

It's OK, really. Even when each transition brings us further from the good old days, we'll just have to go on, right? Because these are the days, those were the days.