Moga, Sangli, Mumbai, Siliguri, Rohtak, Agra, Chandigarh, Mohali, Prem Nagar, Eramalle in AP, Rohru HP....
This truly is the idea of India, lived through its daughters.
He was 15. I was 16. He was in XIth B, I was in XIIth A.
We shared the same bus route, an hour long journey each way where we would talk philosophy, politics, songs and books. He, the shades of evening skies, I carried the hues of dawn. We both, inquisitive and curious beings.
We parted ways as I moved cities to pursue higher cities and back in 90s, there was no internet or mobile to stay in touch.
For years, in an over connected world, I searched for him online : here, on all other platforms but to no success. Last year, in a large school reunion WA group of 1000s people, I took a chance to ask if anyone knows of his whereabouts. One person responded privatelyand connected me to the linkd in profile of a software engineer in Atlanta, US.
I sent him a message and asked of he is who I think he is and he responded with such warmth, recalling our school bus days as one of the fondest childhood memory he holds close to his heart.
Avi is home for Chatth, his parents live 5 minutes away from where I do and he will be meeting his Gayatri Di fir coffee tomorrow, after a gap of thirty two years.
People are not lost forever, those we seek reach us. Somehow.
... The universe finds a way. ❣️✨