Yesterday, my seniors finally graduated from college. We had their farewell party. It was fun; there was dancing, laughing, a bit of crying, too, if I’m not wrong, and everything, at least for them, I’m certain, had this imbuement of nostalgia about it. Like everything was coloured yellow. An antique yellow, you know. But that might well just be me blabbing, or maybe it was because the lighting was actually yellow. Either way, it was there.
So, I being the pretentious shvantz I am, was actually caught up in thought several times as everything went on around me. It was probably the last time most of these people, if not all, would see each other- possibly for the rest of their lives, or for a very very long time, at least.
Maybe, in, like thirty years, one of them’ll be walking along the aisles at a grocery store, and, they’ll see someone from their class standing across from them. Skin wrinkling, hair-greying. And then maybe they’ll chat, about old times, a minute or two, holding their kid’s hand as they do. But that’ll be it. They’ll say their goodbyes and part again, pushing their trolley back into the mundanity of daily routine. So, that’s probably what time most of them have with each other, now. Two or three years of senile conversation, thirty odd years from now.
But that’s probably just the romantic in me talking, isn’t it? Que Sera Sera, it is, then. Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not mine to see.