Life has a way to continue moving on. It doesn’t stop for anyone, for anything. Even the hard times of our lives which seem unmovable – like a massive rock – time which brings everything to a standstill, and making us count every passing moment as if it was a lifetime – even that time marches on. Slowly but steadily, gathering the dust of the past, turning into a memory.
Still, even in this constantly moving fabric of time, there are moments which seems different. A little bit special than the others. And which from the very quality they have, assume an important flavor in our lives. Either due to the place in which we are in those moments or the people who surround us, these moments turn special. A distinct taste to savor for the entire lifetime.
One such moment is when we are bidding farewell to someone. The moment which marks the time after which their physical presence diminishes significantly. And they start existing in our life mostly as a memory.
And this moment assumes a sweet & sour taste in our mind. Especially when that person has come into our lives, not as a very old friend or family member. But who joins us in our journey for a brief period of time. Maybe in school or in college or at a workplace.
Such persons, we take only as a fellow passenger in the ship of our lives. Fellow travelers to accompany, to share a few laughs and bites. That’s it. But sometimes even in that short period of time, they leave imprints on our hearts that we carry for the rest of our lives.
It seems only yesterday that I finished two years of B School and started my second stint of professional life in Pune. It was the beginning of July, and also the beginning of Monsoon. And the city welcomed me with a soft powdery rain that could soften even the hardest of the heart, turn most rigid into a romantic.
In a new city and a new work environment, I met a senior who impressed me with her work ethics I had never seen before. During my previous experience, I worked in a hierarchical structure. In that environment, seniors believed in delegating almost all of their works. You always expect (and to some extent rightly so) to bear the burden of the entire work, with only stray comments from them.
But here she was, never shying away from any work. In fact, many times putting more effort than that of the rest of the team. Taking more work than delegating. And delegating only based on requirement, not because of the privilege of her position. And always had a focus on getting work done. Not the sort who believed in scheduling meetings after meetings and postponing the actual work.
Today it was her last day in the company, and I didn’t know that she was in the same building as mine for some paper-work. I was about to leave office early due to some personal reason when she saw me. And in her characteristic, as a matter-of-fact style called me out and said: “I was looking for you. Let’s go for lunch.”
I immediately guessed it was a lunch with a few who she knew from this building. And she was throwing a lunch for the team (on her farewell.)
Sitting and having lunch with her on her farewell. Sharing anecdotes. Catching up, laughing and remembering the old memories. Sharing anecdotes, discussing future.
It was one such moment – the farewell lunch – the moments which add colors to the colorless fabric of time. The moments which add-up all the moments before, combines them, churn them into a cocktail of the emotions when you celebrate a person. Acknowledge their existence in our lives. Thank them for what they did, how they influenced you. Some of it in your words, and some of it in your hearts. And in the process, turning that moment into something special. Something more than the vanilla moments of our lives…
And in the process make them special, slowing down the passage of time, stretching them a bit, in a way that we find moments worth living.
Also published on Medium.