I met one of my dearest friends in the fifth grade. Even though she still lives in India we have managed to stay close. Whenever we meet it is like all the time we spent apart just melts away. I know that there are innumerable people who feel the same way about certain relationships. There are times when we form an instant bond with another human being that is really difficult to describe.
This is what I call a karmic connection.
Many Hindus would explain this bond by using the theories of karma and reincarnation. Reincarnation is a relatively common Hindu belief. Simply put, this means that we have lived more than one life already, and, that we have many more still to live. The end goal is to become perfect souls. Then, we will attain freedom or moksha from this cycle of birth and rebirth. The best way to do this is by working thru all our karmas.
Karma, when used in this context, signifies that we have certain lessons which we have to learn in order to attain moksha. This usually involves interacting with other people. Oftentimes, you are reborn with the same souls because you still have some give and/or take with them. This is why we are drawn to certain people, or alternatively, why we are unreasonably repulsed by others.
Even though I have grown up with these theories there are times when certain occurrences amaze me. For instance, when I keep encountering the same personality traits in the friends I make, in every stage of my life. Logically, I know that there is something about this particular personality trait that I have to learn from. But yet, I am surprised. Similarly, I find it fascinating that certain people are physically and emotionally attracted to the same kind of person, no matter that these relationships always end in tears.
But nothing has surprised me more than my friend in India. At three different times in my life, this friend has rung me up frantically from Mumbai. Each time I have been in a bad way and she has instinctively known. The first words out of her mouth after greeting me are, “What is wrong? Is everything alright?” Every time I have asked her how she knew that I was upset when she lived thousands of miles away. Her response has always been the same. “I just knew something was wrong, every fiber in my being was telling me to reach out to you. I’m so glad I did.”
So was I.
I do not have any way to explain these incidents other than with the theories of karma and reincarnation. In some way my friend and I are linked. We did not grow up in the same home. We do not share any blood. We have been apart for more years than we were together. Yet, she has always been there in my hour of need. What else can this be but a sweet karmic connection?