

This is how I got humbled...
Last week I found a handwritten note on my cubicle. It was from a colleague. But calling her just a colleague wouldn't be fair.
We joined the same company at the same time, lived in the same neighborhood, and over time became each other's go-to buddy in the office, I used to pick and drop her from work, argue over random things, She knew my favorite dishes and would often make them for me. It was one of those rare friendships that existed beyond office walls. More like siblings than coworkers.
Then one bad day happened.
A petty disagreement turned into silence. We stopped talking. I kept thinking she'd come back and start the conversation. She probably thought the same. Months passed.
The truth is, I was at fault. But my ego kept convincing me there was always another day to fix it.
There wasn't.
4 months passed, and i found this note last week, she is moving to a new organization & neighbourhood, a note of few lines finally humbled me. What I earned from this? A reminder that ego is expensive, and "I'll talk to them tomorrow" is a dangerous assumption.