The Parting Shot!

The season of parting has begun. It kicked off with Anji leaving for ghaziabad 3 months back. She had always been around and had to go off so suddenly that it was a blow and it was indeed hard to accept that she's actually going away!

Then, bro went off and I was left feeling numb for a few days because I started missing him the moment he left. That was in contrast with the former coz I always knew he'd be going away n I've never had him near for seven years. Still, it was hard realization that he has dreams to chase and those are miles away!

Now, it is ukg's turn to hit the nail. She'll be leaving in few days and its time for another heavy heart day. Every time I recover from a parting fever another pops up to replace the same. Its not as if I don't understand that they have to go away; only that it takes an emotional toll in itself when someone a touch away is so far so soon.

It is excruciating in that the person who had been around for so long that you stopped noticing, was suddenly fading off the canvas, bidding goodbye all of a sudden. It is always hard to say goodbye. You know it doesn't change anything with someone going away. You'll still be good friends..maybe even closer and you'll still keep in touch. But, it changes the bigger picture altogether. You don't hang around as you used to, you don't take the phone and dial the number you know by heart, you don't plan all that fun trips together, you don't just barge into the house where you know you are always welcome..you still may be welcome but there is the void that seems to surround you.

It is still the same but ever so different. Its like the sheath surrounding you is withering off gradually and you are left out in the open. The comforts of your cozy being thrown astrew and yourself trying haplessly to reassemble the blown away bits. However a vase once broken never mends itself faultlessly does it?

Wish life was much easier. It is depressing to accept the truth but you are left without a choice. All that the past offers is memories and nostalgia. Learning to live with them is a hard task but sooner or later you need to master the art. If all good things are to come to an end, why are they called ‘good’ in the first place? Moving into oblivion or leaving the past behind offers no solution. Embracing it on for the journey in sight is a deal worth taking and maybe that's all left to dampen the emotional tide that floods the mind with every parting.