We travelled together for two years by the same train, everyday. Speechless, our exchanges were pleasant smiles. The appreciation for each other grew day by day, it at least seemed to me. The day had come when we were separated; I was transferred to a far off location on an official appointment. Commute to office was part of routine, and so was my silent friend on the commute. Commute was still there, but the friend missed. It felt inside deep that I at least should have attempted to know who he was. The niggle remained!
Time gives us the power to procrastinate. I did not develop many friends on the new commute, and two years passed with the rut of work occupying the active part of my head. The heart, as always, wanted to do things, but time never gave itself to me. Not an excuse for not making friends, but that is the nature of time. It binds us all in one string and keeps moving us at its will, whence we meet others and leave some others, thinking we are getting into relationships at our will. Alas! If only there was one who could show not in time how time operated.
Another transfer now, and this became usual. Job role has changed, life has moved on, responsibilities have grown, relationships complicated, friends who were were far, and still work went on. Wallet and warmth decide our value in society, or so I headed to fill wallet. Warmth was a delta in that equation. But then time has its game and I became a pawn to realize the value of delta.
That day, I needed to bring business from a prospective client. Unlike other deals, this was a make or break situation for getting on to the next step in my career. With lots of preparation I went in. Heart pounding, I knew that to be successful everyone needs a bit of luck. If you think otherwise, read history books again! I wished luck to come my way for today. I was at the office waiting to meet the prospect…
Two hours passed, and here he came and went. In a moment of confusion, surprise, thrill, I recall it was that speechless friend I made on my commute years back. The questions in my mind seemed to be of huge magnitude:
Will he recognize me? Even if he does, will he help me? Ah, how I wish I made him a friend then? First real interaction with him, how does he start it?
Minute seemed longer, probably because time is controlled by questions we ask ourselves, at least relatively. And I got a call to meet him and discuss the deal…
