Prashant…yes, Prashant, but not the prashant mahasagar (Pacific Ocean) in the backdrop but Prashant Jain, the one by my side here — Dil Ke Paas. The one who was with me in engineering days for four years. The one I didn’t meet since for twenty-five years. The one I met here in Sydney. Yeah, you got it, that calm, quiet, lefty, chashmoo with a bucket. Barobar bola wohich saala!
Meeting the dude after this “silver” interval with my family, and after talking to this good looking, successful Australian that he is now, also, in the aftermath of inetractions and sharing over food and drinks, while walking and sightseeing, after many rides in his car, I recalled something. It reminded me of relationships, that are hearty and from the heart, the ones we have all heard of, read of, and have seen on the screens, the ones we all have desired.
Those relationships that are like the bridge in focus, high and mighty, yet calm and quiet, always there to help you, to get you across, for you to use, to be your harbor. A harbor bridge relationship. A harbor bridge friendship. Prashant Jain friendship.
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