gobbledygook

So here we are. So near, yet, so far. Connected by a narrow thread of consciousness honed sharp by years of proximity, camraderie and gobbledygook. As I reminisce the past, so vividly described here, I cannot help but wonder. Wonder because that which was clear as a freshly blown crystal is now shrouded in a haze of mist, thick enough to obscure much, but thin enough for the silhouette to be visible.
It seems that life has gone almost a full circle horizontally, getting back to where it started. However, the trajectory has indeed moved up vertically taking us all to higher co-ordinates. In the layman's language, one beginning has ended and another has just begun.
The recent past has been a torrid time for all of us. With uncertainty about the future and disillusionment of the present nibbling away slowly and steadily at our hearts and souls, we let ourselves drift away from the core. And then, when the direction was as clear as the air after a downpour, realization dawned upon us that we were embarking on different paths which would not pay heed to the years shared eating, sleeping, drinking, laughing, crying, cursing, hoping, wishing, thinking and dreaming together. Will our paths cross again? Will that narrow thread of consciousness weather the storm of time ? Some will, some may and some won't.