Should You Regret Lost Connections?
Today, I received some really good news. My first instinct was to share it with my family. But when I picked up my phone, I had to pause: who would I call?
It’s not that I don’t have a family. I do. Blood relations, aunts, first cousins…
But most of them live in other cities, and it has been quite a while since I met up with—or should I say, connected with—the ones who are here in Delhi.
No, nothing really ‘happened’: no bitterness/disagreements. It’s just that we have gradually… floated away from one another.
We’re busy people. Slowly, the busyness has overpowered our relationships.
There was a time when I wouldn’t think twice before ‘disturbing’ my brother or a cousin-sister in the middle of work/a movie/anything… I would simply call to say how excited/upset I was. Or even just to say, “Hi, I was thinking of you. How about we meet up for coffee?”
Now, the first thought that comes to mind is, “S/he would be at the gym/in office/trying to enjoy a break at home right now… I must not ‘disturb.’”
I wonder if one should feel wistful about all of this. I wonder if this realization dawns upon everyone who enters their forties. I wonder if this is just part of life, and one should simply accept it.
So, I swallow down the lump that’s formed in my throat, and dial the one person I know who will never be too busy for me:
My best friend.