I logged into GMail this morning to find an email from a classmate from almost 20 years back. I was pleasantly surprised. As she brought me up to date on her life, I was wondering where I should start in my response to her. All through my harried cooking, rushing to work and sitting through meetings, the question burned at the back of the brain.
I was reminded of the hushed whispers in the staircase next to our classroom a few of us sat and gossiped or exchanged scandalous tales about our classmates. I remembered her glasses and the sharp features. I remembered something vague about her moving to France. Over the years I remembered her name and that was it. In my exchanges with other class mates I have been in touch with, she never came up much. So, today hearing from her brought back a rush of memories. All pleasant.
As I hit reply, I was stumped. I had no idea how to condense 20 years of my life in two paragraphs leave alone on the small time margin I was operating on. I started and backspaced a couple of times and decided to skim over everything that really mattered. In my eyes. I told her I was married, had no kids, was working for so and so and sent a link to a few pictures and asked to see some of hers.
Long after pressing send, I still wonder if the little girls in us wonder about the days after the board exam. If we wonder about summer crushes or our starry dreams from back then. If we remember the way we proudly wore our identity in an initial. In a class populated with plenty of goody two shoes, she represented a breath of fresh air. I remember her being left handed and having a handwriting that was the the envy of our group.
Little nuggets of information popping up at random intervals. That’s what her email did to me this morning. I valiantly stare at a chunk of code while the back of my mind remembers insignificant details. So, whether or not, we go on to retain contact and become friends all over again, I thank you S for the pleasurable memories you brought back to me.