I vividly remember a fickle, moody colleague from my early career who was a protester. I don’t know if he has lost his language of protest over time, and I don’t know where he is now.
I don’t know why I’m reminded of an old colleague of mine today. Who did I meet at the very beginning of my career, that is, when I first joined a firm in my life where I had to do this work without any kind of remuneration? No one ever forgets the first events of life, and I won’t be able to forget them either. Despite the big age difference between me and him, I used to follow him. The boy was very restless, in fact his family made him join this farm so that he would be more focused on his work. He joined Farm a few days after I joined. When we were terrified of the most senior employee in the office, he would dare to argue with us face to face. Sometimes I would take inspiration from him and I would really want to protest against that senior employee because he was bothering us a lot.Although it’s funny to think about all that now.
I don’t know how much my youngest colleague at that time has changed or where he is or what office he is in, but I hope he hasn’t changed that much. He’s just the same as before. I can’t call those days golden days because there was a lot of hardship at that time and in life, and there still is, but yes, I miss those days very much. Even though I received a small salary, there was a joy in my heart, which has diminished a lot now. Sometimes, one really wants to meet again all the people one met and spent time with in the early days of life. But in many cases, that is not possible due to busy schedules. However, many people say that the world is small, so after a while, everyone will meet, but I just want him to be in that restless form, no matter how I meet him. But I know that maybe that’s not possible because time leaves its mark on every person. Maybe now he has matured a lot. Maybe now the responsibility of the world has fallen on his shoulders, so now he has become a mature person. So maybe we won’t see that protesting side of him again, maybe it’s lost for the rest of his life, maybe now he’s familiar with the word adjustment. Now he doesn’t know the language of protesting anymore, maybe he’ll never get back to his previous form. Still, I pray to God that wherever he is now, he may be happy and content, and that God may remind him of me, even if only a little, as I write this. Thank you all.
