Thursday, 3 July 2014

In the all too familiar Road…


Dusk for me best describes the best of the night, the men and the moon. It was dusk, the time between the sunset and moon rise, when I was traveling in the all too familiar road. It was special because it would be the last day I would be taking this road. I was ecstatic because I’m moving on. If I’m nostalgic and tears are yet to dry it was for the good and the bad times, for the miserable and the delightful experiences, the lessons learned and blossomed friendships; but never for regrets.

It was an amazing period. It brought me sophistication, taught me the language of spending, gave me the taste for freedom and spoiled me for everything else. Do I regret any of those, of course not; because it taught something else too, to strive for more. I came here as an amateur and I’m leaving as a professional hungry for more. I’m not going to say thanks because one can never be thankful enough for things that were give to you without demands. I have had my moments, the best of them right here.

There were few bumps on the road frequently traveled, I got hurt and might hurt others in the process. I fell down and I got up. Life hardly goes by without any of these. There had been boredom and there was salvation, sometimes they were interchangeable. I met a lot of people, some stay close to heart and many whose memories I cherish. I’m happy I found many such people here. As I leave this place the day after, which consumed a good few years of my life, as the cliched software professional associated with the ‘Big Tag’, I’m taking with me every second, every minute and every single year I spent here as memoirs, for they are the only ones that count and because they made me who I’m today; when I was riding in the highs and lows swinging between delight and despair, making friends and unmaking them in the process I managed to find my niche.


I’m big on sentiments and have always been a great admirer of goodbyes; because goodbyes for me always whisper of new beginnings and of hope. If the grapevines of goodbyes hold any grain of truth, we will meet again, until then…

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