Siblings, parents, friends, colleagues and maybe one day, even my own child will walk his own path.
I grew up in a big joint family. I couldn’t really distinguish between my cousins and my own brother – we all were siblings in every way. We shared 18-20 years of life under one roof, endless laughter, mischief, and little moments. Now, we hardly meet or talk regularly. The bond hasn’t weakened – but there’s still a quiet feeling of disconnect.
Friends I once spoke to daily, with whom I shared every secret and every piece of gossip, are still a click away. Yet, conversations have been replaced by the occasional meme or reel. The heart-to-heart talks have faded, but the memories remain.
Over time, I’ve realized that people come into our lives with a purpose. For the time they are here, they enrich us with moments, lessons, and love. Then they continue their journey, just as we do. Some memories blur at the edges, while others remain crystal clear.
Watching my son grow fills me with endless pride and joy, yet somewhere deep inside lives a quiet fear — that one day he will step into his own world, chasing dreams and building a life of his own. I know that’s how life is meant to be, and I will cheer for him every step of the way. But no matter where he goes or how far life takes him, my love for him will always remain.
I hold on to the hope – or perhaps the quiet knowing – that the way I treasure all these relationships, they too remember me. Because connections don’t have to be constant to be strong. The bond may live in silence, but it’s still there… always.
