Chennai, Tamilnadu, India
At 12:42 a.m., I get a reply to my New Year’s greeting. It says, “happy NY.” I am glad that there is a reply to my rather elaborate message.
I wonder when we drifted apart. It is difficult to tell when you have known someone for over thirty years. The everyday telephone calls had given way to calls twice a week. Then it had become text messages every once in a while. And now, we are down to two messages in a year—his birthday and New Year’s.
a long monsoon
flood waters carry away
At 12:45 a.m., my computer beeps again. It reads, “I am going in for surgery this week. Will know by next week if further treatment is required.” A hundred questions pop up in my mind and through the turmoil I manage to type a casual “what’s up?”
leaves in all shades