Scintillating conversation, nostalgic reminiscence.
Laughing till tears roll down our faces.
Chatting about anything & everything.
That was what we did a couple of nights ago, a group of friends from medical school.
Recent deaths within our circle of peers has made us all more aware of our own mortality. We cope in different ways: some becoming more conscious of our health, while others, like me, try almost desperately, to get in touch with old pals. My trips to Singapore happen once, maybe twice a year. During these trips, I try to connect with old friends - classmates from high school, medical school, previous work colleagues.
We try to catch up on a year's (or more) worth of updates in a few hours. Death, divorce, separation, our children's milestones - we try to cover all that in the short time we have together.
We always have a good time; and we always end the night reluctantly. This time, we chatted till after 1 am, till we all could not fight the sleepy yawns & heavy eyelids, before we said our farewells.
Good friends, good times, always.
1 comment:
nice... wish i was there too.
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