We are in a cab, making our way across the city of Bengaluru in India.
As a mother, I have reached ‘that’ stage, where I am not given a choice to opt for a window seat in any vehicle. I am sandwiched between my kids. It is a pleasant day, and we have rolled down the windows.My husband sits in the front, lost in thought, and I suspect, also trying to catch a few winks.
There is heavy traffic, and our progress is stilted. The kids play a game of word building.
After a while, the congestion eases, and we start moving.
All of a sudden, an autorickshaw pulls up alongside our cab. The auto driver waves wildly at our cab driver, and shouts out a loud greeting.
Our cab driver is pepped-up now. He recognizes an old friend. And for the next hundred meters, the two vehicles drive in perfect synchronization.
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A time during which the two men exchange pleasantries and catch-up on each others’ lives. Their grins are infectious, their excitement palpable.
Our cabbie sits up straighter, and looks recharged.
Soon, the time comes for the two friends to part ways. One takes a left, the other takes a right. They say their goodbyes.
Our journey continues.
This makes me think. We meet many people who travel with us on this journey called life, who share our time, space, emotions and memories.
For reasons unknown, we do not meet most of these people ever again; but sometimes we do bump into someone we know from our past.
Life pauses for a bit for us to rewind and remember, and then moves on, taking us towards new experiences and people.