“I was there…”

Son’s made it to a top-tier school for higher studies

Amidst long hugs, touching of feet, kisses on the brow: the teary-eyed, visibly proud mother murmurs, “Make us proud…” Years later, he brings prosperity and development to the village.

Jesus is crucified, attains salvation

While alive, his teachings were gospel. Afterwards, they usher in civilization and are a part of every wish, blessing or prayer. Christianity is born.

Pakistan wins world cup, Imran moves on

He looks around proudly at his creations: also-rans into world champions and street urchins into the pacy, swingy Ws, arguably better than himself. As Imran ascends into nation building, Pakistan stays world-beaters for a decade.

Not nostalgia, but celebration. Not in memory, but to eminent glory. A tear shed is a shame on the splendid past and the coming conquests. Farewells are as the word splits: fare well. It’s a divine trust that each one will fare well in the other’s Absentia. The bonding, thus, grows stronger in memoriam.

Scene at OfBusiness: Farewell to an original

Not very different. Chandranshu wasn’t just one of us, he made us one. He isn’t gone; he can’t be gone.

Our aspiration is that years’ later on a luxurious morning, as he stares at our glow sign while passing it by, and his grandkid tugs him to rush past, he replies (teary-eyed), “I was there…”