Thursday, March 12, 2009

All that you can't leave behind

We all wanted a perfect ending. Now we have learned, the hard way, that some poetry don't rhyme, some paths are not smooth and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

We seldom express love and when we do its either too late or the love is vanished. We refrain from confessions. We cant get ourselves to thank someone for being there in need. We forget to appreciate the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth. But may be, this is the time. We talk for hours saying nothing much, in the much sought after gossip room of our hostels. May be this is the time to say something - anything - and make the perfect ending. Because life is about not knowing, not having to change but taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next.

The road has been rough and tough. And I know the heart aches to break away into the freedom, drift far away and never look back again. But memories do ease the pain. And it is up to us to create and filter the memories we would want to hold on. May be the class rooms, the IPs, the mail chains, the parties, the surf baths, the vrindy food and all the bakar sessions. May be all this you will miss and may be all this you can't leave behind...