27 years ago we all passed out of medical school – 50 of us. Young people. We dispersed all over the world following our own destined paths and loosing track of one another at the same time. 2 years ago we were invited back to our alma mater to celebrate 25th anniversary of our graduation. We met up in India and rediscovered each other and ourselves all over again. We forgot our ‘real’ lives and were absolutely exhilarated by this re-connection. It was unreal because it felt as if time had not moved an inch. We picked up from exactly where we had left off, just with more to share.
Yesterday 11 of the girls and 7 of the boys from that group reassembled. Some came with family. They travelled from Australia, India, Canada, Kenya and the USA to spend 3 days together in London. The space was filled with warm hugs and beaming smiles. The exhilaration in the room was palpable.
Together, we are kids again. We watch kiddie musicals, go for boat rides, reminisce funny stories from college, go sightseeing, dance, sing, shop and make jokes.
While many chronological years have passed and much has transpired, these bonds are special. We are back to being kids in med-school, having a party.
“Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.”