The past few weeks have seen me catch up with my past. Friends from my college days stopped over for a quick catchup. It was super fun. Revisiting the past and watching it mingle with the present is a blessing. We watched our kids play together and we spoke about milestones and fussy eaters. We laughed when we thought about the irresponsible past.

But this post is not about old friends playing catchup. It is about imaginations and reality.

When in college, we dream of the future – well atleast I did. I imagined my friends in future. Not gray haired or with paunches. Just a few years down the lane and how they will be. It was more of a fantasy and something I really did not share with anyone.

I met someone from my imagination a few days back. He was in the gym, lifting weights and every few minutes checking his hair on the wall-to-wall mirrors. It was déjà vu – I knew this person. He was a stranger in real life but he was exactly how I imagined X would be 8-10 years after college.

The funny thing is I met X last year and he really does not fit into the box I created and labeled for him. But still it was interesting the meet my imagination in flesh.

I wonder how many more imaginations I will meet.