Three years later. My life's changed. The way I think has undergone a drastic metamorphosis. My friends - they have increased in number, which I think, just mitigates the grief of separation - or so I thought. I had been bemused by the fact that I was not feeling anything within - I had seen some of my friends, perceptive of the fact that we will be passing out very shortly, but I was not feeling anything. So, for sometime I was happy that I have been able to shed off the skins of that frail and fragile individual, who would've behaved very differently under similar situations.
But now, when the time of departure is banging visciously on my door, I feel that a petrified me is frantic behind the closed doors. It feels like hammering an anvil into a double layered steel box - initially you feel that it won't break - but then time comes and the box will yield to the pummelling. And I can feel that it's slowly crumpling.
This is life. It prepares you for the expected. But it always plays a trick at the last moment, which is meant to shake you, at your very roots, in such an unexpected way that you are almost lost. And then, time takes its toll - and the reality that we live today just shrinks to a fragment of our imagination, flashing across our minds, intermittently, and leaving behind smiles, sparkling with the innocent freshness of youth and sometimes, even misty eyes. And then, occassionally and accidentally, when the south-bound and north-bound seagulls meet, portals open - a passage to go back to the place where they had been before.
The bottom line is, "Tomorrow the sun will rise again. But it won't be easy for me to say to goodbye. You know that I will always love you, you know I always will. I dont't cry for sorrow, I cry out of joy. The memories that we made can't be destroyed. You know that I won't forget you, you know that I never could. You know that I'll always love you. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my old friends. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye we've reached the end. "
Goodbye: Mithun, Ritwik, Apurv, Ankik, Debdutta, Anuj, Addu, Tuhin, Mallik, Kanwa, Pati, Gullu...and Harsh.
But now, when the time of departure is banging visciously on my door, I feel that a petrified me is frantic behind the closed doors. It feels like hammering an anvil into a double layered steel box - initially you feel that it won't break - but then time comes and the box will yield to the pummelling. And I can feel that it's slowly crumpling.
This is life. It prepares you for the expected. But it always plays a trick at the last moment, which is meant to shake you, at your very roots, in such an unexpected way that you are almost lost. And then, time takes its toll - and the reality that we live today just shrinks to a fragment of our imagination, flashing across our minds, intermittently, and leaving behind smiles, sparkling with the innocent freshness of youth and sometimes, even misty eyes. And then, occassionally and accidentally, when the south-bound and north-bound seagulls meet, portals open - a passage to go back to the place where they had been before.
The bottom line is, "Tomorrow the sun will rise again. But it won't be easy for me to say to goodbye. You know that I will always love you, you know I always will. I dont't cry for sorrow, I cry out of joy. The memories that we made can't be destroyed. You know that I won't forget you, you know that I never could. You know that I'll always love you. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my old friends. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye we've reached the end. "
Goodbye: Mithun, Ritwik, Apurv, Ankik, Debdutta, Anuj, Addu, Tuhin, Mallik, Kanwa, Pati, Gullu...and Harsh.
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