Goodbyes.

Goodbyes are nothing but bookmarks to life. You know where you left a chapter unread or a story unfinished or may be even a tale completed. These bookmarks are reminders to make you want to live in the hope of flipping through life again, to tie loose ends or to begin afresh. So keep them safe.

Today’s parting was at various levels…last, frantic minutes were spared for final hugs and deep emotions got spent on a spontaneous trickle down the cheeks. There were the Shadow Lines, the magic-magnetic moments, the bear-hugs, the handshakes and the exchange of gift-wrapped keepsakes. There were also chain SMSs, plenty smilies and reminiscence of four long years.

Then there were none.

There was also the lunch across a Chinese table on a sweltering August afternoon — randomness shared along with spoonsfull of steam rice, honey potatoes and garnished with blank looks. Castles were built in an air laden with lyrics such as ‘if tomorrow never comes’, crazy dreams were woven around every prick of the fork and washed down with cold water.  There was also a walk down the posh street. It carried none of the crazy highs of previously experienced spontaneity, neither did it seem like a goodbye long due. There were no hugs, no handshakes, no last-minute anythings. Just a ’see you’ which went unreturned. And then, parting with a part of myself. I realised it today that we are best unplanned. We will meet soon, magician. We must.

I’ll miss you, sorely. All.

Time for a new journey. Hope to cross paths at the soonest.

~ by deep purple on August 24, 2009.