My friend Neelakandhan
A Melody from the Past
It was the year 1972 when I joined a public sector bank as a humble clerk, full of dreams and determination. Among the new faces, one stood out — Neelakandhan from Shoranur. A soft-spoken man with a heart that beat for music, just like mine. It didn’t take long for us to become close friends. Our bond was not just forged by work, but by the ragas and rhythms that filled our hearts during quiet moments.
We grew in our careers — I took the officer’s path earlier, and he followed soon after. Life, as it often does, led us down different roads. Time passed, and the melodies of our friendship were buried under files, postings, family, and responsibilities. We eventually retired, each settling into the silence that follows a lifetime of service.
Then, on a quiet night, something unexpected happened.
He came to me — in a dream.
There he was, just as I remembered — gentle eyes, a warm smile, and that same spark of music in his soul. We sat together, like old times, talking and talking. There was no hurry, no burden of age or time. It felt like the clock had turned back, and we were young again, two kindred spirits reunited in a world untouched by time.
When I woke up, there were tears in my eyes and music in my heart.
Some friendships are not bound by years or distance.
Some souls come back — even if only in dreams — to remind us that harmony, once shared, never fades.