I live in this beautiful, beautiful city. When I say beautiful, I mean it from B to L. It is actually more green and less black, unlike most of the cities in India. Plus monsoon plays its part in making the place breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t have the most amazing life nor do I have the kind of life I always longed for or dreamt of. But still I am happy and believing, because I’m the love of some incredible people’s (my parents’) life, I have lovely friends to count on, I eat food three times a day, I have a comfortable bed to sleep, I have got a roof that protects me, I have a goal to achieve and a dream to look forward to. This gives me enough reasons to be happy.
The name is ‘Goodbye’ which has nothing ‘Good’ in it. It is always, always very hard to bid a goodbye. Even if you are leaving something you hated all your life, even if you thought, going would be the best thing that can happen to you..your heart always feels that little hunch inside when you realize that you are never going to see the person or place ever. It is difficult to move when you leave something behind and when you are the one to be left behind, the heart-ache gets deeper.
No matter what, you leave a tiny bit of your heart everywhere you go. You say it thousand times before leaving the place, but it feels important to say a ‘BYE’ at the final move.
P.S: Kitni bar bhi keh do, ek aakhiri bar kehna kyun zaruri hota hai
Hello bloggers!!! It took me a while to resurrect, but anyhow I am back—not with the BANG of course! But yes I am just back. It feels good to be here, great actually. And ‘feeling good’ is more than a reason to be somewhere.
However, unfortunately people around us take a bit long to understand this fact. That this ‘feel good’ factor is one imperative thing to do something or anything in life. We all have this (in) famous neighbor fraternity, who wants to keep a genuine check about all the important happenings in our lives. If someone from India is reading this, he might have understood what I am talking about. These neighbors are so incredibly concerned about our lives that they can miss a breath for all the gossips. The other day while travelling in a local city transport bus I overheard a conversation between a girl (G) and her neighbor (N).Yes, I knew about their being neighbors because of the so obvious and talkative N.