Friendships and Clouds

Clouds drifting away

“In the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory act, subject to discontinuance without further notice,” so said, the character Telemachus - in a short story by O. Henry.  As a traveler I can say that it is true, sometimes you move on with your life and sometimes your friends move on and  paths may never cross again.

Looking at the beautiful sky outside my window, the clouds with their ever changing shapes, floating and drifting away remind me of friendships that were meant to last a lifetime, instead disappeared in the mist as we drifted away like clouds in our own directions.  Sometimes, I have tried chasing the clouds but in vain, as they dissipated into thin air. The essence and the fragrance linger on as memories.

Especially of a time, when there were no shutterbugs to capture every significant and insignificant moments of our lives, when life was simply lived in that moment, for that moment, images of people are entrenched somewhere. Perhaps distorted, magically transformed or exalted, one may never know! That is the beauty of the memory that has no validation; mine could be different from yours while we walked down the same path together some years ago.