The Vast Spans of Facebook: As One Life Ends, Another Begins

Posted on February 26, 2008
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Her smile was widely infectious and her henna beautifully drawn. Graduating from Berkeley was a happy occasion and so was joining Google. Her wedding though, it was starkly different and something immensely better.

She laughed nervously, revealing her white glowing teeth, and joked around with him as she lovingly held his hand and simultaneously struggled to show off the intricate designs on hers to adoring friends.

Time passed by amazingly fast and here I was, gazing at the start of her new life through the vast spans of Facebook. A few messages traveled their purposeful journeys back and forth, and a day later she left a message on my Wall agreeing with me.

Time.

For M and I the years, the tireless revolutions of the earth, this thing we call life, raced by with lightening speed but for N…

… it ended. She was only 20.

As the shisha’s smoke emancipated itself from my lungs, my cell phone beeped. Aimster’s text message was unfortunately real and I had to read it a few times to comprehend what took place. Numerous phone calls later, and the painful facts bubbled to the surface.

N too, had been emancipated… away from the melodies, away from us, into the unknown, away from Time, leaving behind tears and faded smiles, and here I was, gazing at the start of her new life through the vast spans of Facebook.

I feel chocked by its look now. Her profile is emptiness - a digital seemingly void fingerprint imprinted into cyberspace, its undyingness something controlled by the behemoth it exists within and its only vibrancy, the ongoing messages being left on her Wall by friends, south and north, near and far, wherever they are, all with one thing in common.

Time.

Congratulations dear M and Rest In Peace dear N…

… the mighty strokes of the clock’s hands continue ticking - gleefully, relentlessly and in perfect rhythm.

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8 Responses to “The Vast Spans of Facebook: As One Life Ends, Another Begins”

  1. Myrtus on February 26th, 2008 5:31 am

    OMG Drima, this so beautiful, so touching….yet so cruel. I’m all choked up and teary eyed.

  2. Drima on February 26th, 2008 5:47 am

    I guess the positive side of all of this unfortunate and seemingly positiveless event is the forced introspection it puts us through. It’s just too bad that this is what it takes to make us pause and think about the things that really matter.

    Oh well, life goes on, so wipe away those tears and smile.

  3. precious on February 26th, 2008 11:23 am

    Wow.. did you write this? wow! I’m astounded, never knew you had this in you..
    beautiful and thought provoking too..

  4. Drima on February 26th, 2008 12:05 pm

    Oh thanks. I honestly didn’t expect it to resonate this well.

    I only write like this when heavily inspired and deeply moved. A generous supply of soulful music playing in the background helps too.

  5. Drima on February 26th, 2008 12:19 pm

    Just to add, M got married at around the same time N passed away. All of this happened about three weeks ago. This writing is merely the product of my conflicting emotions and introspection. I dedicate it in memory of N.

    Like they say, the good die young. Anyways, moving on!

  6. Roman Kalik on February 26th, 2008 4:40 pm

    The clock does tick on… for better and for worse.

  7. Lisa on February 26th, 2008 7:23 pm

    Drima,
    Who was she?

  8. Drima on February 27th, 2008 1:21 pm

    We were school mates.

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