Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

A message from a friend,
“I’m off to the airport, kinda sad, kinda depressed. Am leaving behind a family, a family of friends, you’ve been a great friend, Thanks for the great years I’ve had. Thank you.”

Well got me into thinking, why people share such strong bonds, why is parting so difficult, why is goodbye such a hard word to say, why isn’t it see you later, why is it goodbye? Why?

Got a shock from another friend,
“Hey, I’m leaving Bangalore for good, this month end… I hope you’ll come to Hyderabad to visit me… we’ll meet when you come for a holiday”

Yeah I’ll meet you, I don’t let go so easily… have moved so often my entire life, dad being in the army… I was always the kid who was leaving, I was always the one sitting in the car,waving, hoping that I’ll meet new friends, hoping I’ll meet new hearts. Never thinking how those people I was waving to,felt, never wondering how many souls I managed to touch… a few weeks back, I was chatting with this person I knew from so long back, we were recalling our past, she remembered one evening when it was raining heavily, I ran up to her and shared my umbrella, dropped her till her house… I mean it was pretty logical to me, friend in need thing… but after 8 years she still remembers… her house was a little off my route, but I guess these small gestures really matter…

One of my friends told me,
“Hey, guess what, my tickets to Australia have been booked, I’m leaving first week of July”

It’s hard to leave something behind, wondering if you’ll ever see it again, it’s hard to leave something behind, wondering if you’ll ever feel it again…I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again, the world’s not that small a place, I just don’t know. At least one thing is good, everyone’s future is made, all of them know where they are heading, no one is playing with their future like me, for me, I just have to wait and watch.

One of my friends while graduation told the college,
“When I was leaving school, I was almost in tears. My teacher took me to this painting and asked what I saw, I said that I could see a few ships at a harbor. He then asked what I felt was wrong with the painting, I said nothing, cause they really wasn’t anything wrong, the painting was perfect. My teacher then told me, the ship doesn’t belong there, it belongs to the sea… the sea is hard, it is rough, it is scary, the harbor is where the ship is the safest…but the sea is where it belongs”

School was safe for me, college was safer, I don’t know what the world has to offer, but I’ll take what it gives me…
When I was leaving school, it wasn’t too hard, ‘cause I knew, I’ll meet most of my friends time and again, now I just am not too sure… have a few parties the next few days… after that.. everyone’s going here and there, but hey, life starts after college right?( or was it life begins at 30? ) But one thing’s for sure, when I need them, I just got to close my eyes and they will be with me, whenever I need them, I just reach out my hand, and they’ll be here… We only part to meet again...

A forward was being circulated around my college,
“Those late night coffee’s, those nightouts, those internals, those begging for marks, those horrible teachers, those 58 pathetic exams, that tension before results, those boring hours in class, those smses that we all enjoyed during class, those bunking classes, the awful labs, the many fests, the enjoyment… its all gone! Now you’re an engineer. “

Just don’t know how to let go...just don’t know if I want to let go...