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To know that
someone has remembered you

Isn't it surprising
how a single phone call
can make your day?

Doesn't it feel great
when an old friend calls
you up after ages?

The conversation might last all
of two minutes
but still,
it leaves you happy in the tummy,
to know that someone has remembered you
and
made the effort to call you up.

In this day of hustle-bustle,
with people
who have time to check
their e-mail 134 times a day
but
are incredibly busy
when it comes to keeping in contact with friends,
it does indeed seem like
a miracle
when someone reaches out to you.

Why am I saying all this?
Well,
you all must have read about
the Kamala Neharu Park next to my home in Pune.
which I frequent
on almost a daily basis.

Last summer I befriended a tathya (grandpa).
We would walk every evening for close to an hour,
talking about all things
under the moon —
right from rowdyism in the neighbouring state,
to Federer's brilliant performance,
to names for his expectant grandson.
I never had a real connection
with either of my grandpas
— one of them passed away
when I was young
and
another lived in a different town.

So he filled in that void in my life.
For a few months.
And it felt nice.

Then I stopped going to the park
for a while and he moved to a different locality in Pune
and
we lost contact.

But then,
he called this evening,
a few minutes ago,
and
it was like old times again.
We spoke for a short while,
enquired about each other's health
and families
and
promised to keep in touch.

I don't know how long it will be before I talk to him again.
But
this short conversation has surely touched
a chord in my heart.
And I am happy in the tummy.

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