Few days back, while in the way down the Nandi hills, I felt speckled and had suffered from the gloom of separation. I could see the tears hidden in your eyes and unsaid words on your lips, untouched piece of feldspar to be put into an artwork, some trees which remain ingrown and the thrust which was getting my hold on the virtue of saying all a goodbye. Well being in Bangalore for past three and half months had a appetizing reason for me. The reasons were and are you, friends! Now, I feel that, I have just lived the handpicked moments that one envisions for always.
I could never have shared the odds and laughed on the PJs, JJs and the eventful moments and could never have had got it right. But you all made this happening to me. I could never have spoken my heart out if you wouldn’t have started hollowing out the subterranean wounds in my heart. That brought me at ease, when you all were there to listen and share with me and I could start feeling alleviated. The caring touch, the watertight emotions which tried to kill the pain I had, but it only could bring more and I lay dying but all of a sudden I could start feeling released. I could return to my innocence and could live for the salvation.
To put into beautiful words by, Charles M. Schulz ~ “Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.“
Wish, had we could have lived in a world, a space, where we could have lived across the roads, if possible could have shared a dormitory throughout our lives, walked together on a road which always lasts some extra miles. Wish, had there been nothing, which could have separated us in the way I feel now, I have lost the touch. Wish, had I could have the same Govind ji ka dhaba all the time with Basu, where we sat across the table and ordered paranthas and lately had table talks on the hit-and-garma-garam-khabrein. Wish, there were no time limit, to make a note to end on the phone and say good night, when it was 2 or 3 post midnight. Wish, we could have had endless mischievous hours to talk on. Wish, there had been uncountable number of places that we could have visited each and every weekend. Wish, I could have heard the same slangs like ls, ulti, h, kamina, saale, jeeb kaat- jaab kaat, hey-raam….etc from an endearing gal with pure heart, who bursts into tears, the day I said, I was leaving. Wish, had the journey which had begun, could never have seen this, which I am going through these days. Would always miss the care, which pinku baba had taken. Remembering Deba’s eeeeeeeeeeeeehhh…. and smiling, on it, teasing her and making her laugh out loud… aahh.. !! Hearing from Vivek baba (the boosting part of our DVD) and his latest kaands and endless list of songs and night long mahfilein. All these makes me wonder, and I always treasure!
In the words of Gilda Radner, now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
I hate farewells and parting! I cry to succumb here! I scream and plead to God! Give me back those moments, those days! Don’t take it away! Don’t take it away!
You, know pals Bangalore has given me you all and a special one (altogether a diffefrent story in three hellos)! But, I need to stop here right now and will be continuing in the next posts.
Ciao Life! 
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