Today, I got to know that a school friend of mine had lost her husband. To death. Do people lose to death? Or do they win it as a bonus for having lived a life? A friend's message that was seen two hours later paused the world for me in between the race against time to attend meetings, complete a set of tasks and take time out to breathe in the cold November air. Where was she? What must she be doing right now? What about her young son? Does he know his father had left? These and a number of other questions kept reverberating in the back of my mind even as I adjusted the switch below the mouse to get on with the day's tasks even as my friend's world had probably paused, kilometres away. Funny, isn't it--I didn't have even her number on my phone till evening-- and we have been friends for more than a decade. The heart feels the way it does. The first memory that flashed in front of my eyes was the day when both of us were walking home post school hours and he had a...
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