The Bridge

The Bridge

By Regina Arulanandan

A bridge – a connection, space, time…

I walk leisurely, taking in the sights and sounds; unfamiliar faces with familiar expressions – a tinge of happiness, worry, confusion, joy.

I continue walking…wait, who is that?

A familiar face – wait a minute – that’s me! The ‘younger’ me – the ‘teenager’ me!

We stop, look intently at each other and then, she asks, “What makes you happy?”

I reply, “Oh, many things – my family, my friends, my students, my travels – many…and you?”

“I don’t know yet…but eventually, many things!” she quips with an assuring smile.

Then we go on…continuing the walk across…