Of Jamboreean Friendships ...
Years (decades to be precise!) have passed.The hairlines have receded a little, waistlines either expanded or shrank, the necks show vivid aging signs, and the confidence of specialists have replaced the uncertainty of first-year medical students. Some are surgeons now, some physicians, some professors, while others heal patients in pretty towns where everyone knew them by first names. Life has carried each of us in different directions... Yet, the moment we meet again, all those years disappear... Remember the hilltop? At times, suddenly, do you wish that we were back there? The evening breeze. The setting sun. Abir strumming his guitar while Moitreyee, Gunabhi, Partha, Dipanwita and a few other melodious ones sang along..Do you miss walking down the steep stairs of the hill? Remember being mesmerized by the beauty of Shiela's glowing skin, Dutta's rosy cheeks, Sherin's flowing braid?? Do you miss discussing life, medicine, dreams, and love, sitting on the now-vanished p...
