Hey.

There is a peculiar bitter-sweet feeling in the pit of your stomach when at times, in a moment where your mind and heart could not be more at rest, sated and serene and entirely one with each other gliding in a tranquility not every day brings, you garner unto you glimpses. Glimpses of faces. Faces of people long left behind in this expedition of growing up that you’ve been on since the day you were born.

How life will alter things, in a way you have no inkling about. How it will shove you into the tide, and make you emerge a smidgen different, every time. Actually, is it even tides? Come to think about it, you are not really the same person you were yesterday, are you? Each day, peels off a layer on you and you see a new thing that you never noticed earlier.

We remind ourselves change is good thing. Or better yet, how often do we even pause to betray a glance at how far we have come and what we have picked up or left behind in this weird little basically aimless trek, where we fool ourselves that we have goals and ambitions and dreams to achieve and adhere to so we can keep our sanity locked in a sarcophagus of certainty our deluded life barters with us so we can live.

And in the rare moments when you are at the bridge about to trespass territories of then and now, you meet them. You do, don’t you? You see what they’re doing, how they are, and it makes you happy. You see how you were back then, and even if it doesn’t make sense now, you’re still glad they were there instead of someone else. You see how days wove themselves around you when they were there, and even when you had your ups and downs, now you wonder, there couldn’t have been a better way, could it?

There are moments like today, when I feel like reaching out. You know, just a light touch on the shoulder, a snug little hug, a wave of warmth, a gentle little smile and a kind word of fondness. Not a thank you-for-everything or I’m-happy-to-see-you-happy or lets-give-this-another-shot. No, none of that. Just a ‘hey’ perhaps. Before the wave of logic and reasoning and to-do or not-to-do or it-doesn’t-matter-anymore kicks in, and I wash it down with a cup of practicality and a pinch of the growing up that I have, all I need is just a quaint ‘hey’. And somebody very wise once told me, just is sometimes so much. So ‘hey’.