Distances… A word with a lot of EMOTIONS.
Distances, separation, farewell these are some things which we cannot stand. When we were kids we actually didn’t realize what it means to part our ways, changing places, schools were linked with excitement; excitement of exploring new places, excitement of going to a new school and making new friends. But now as an adult, I have an altogether a different opinion.
I never appreciated the distances, separation and missing. Though I liked to be in a new adventurous place, exploring the faces unknown to me but then whenever I’m away from those I love, my parents, my best friends, my love towards them has only deepened, something which we don’t realize when they are with us. Every time I’m away and think about them made me realize how much I’m incomplete without them. I miss all those moments I had spent with my friends. We had our own life comprising of all those charms, all those memorable moments. I still miss those days when my friend was with me even in the empty streets, early in the morning while going to our Sanskrit tuitions. I still miss those days when in class, during a lecture, how we used to communicate with each other by scribbling words at the end of our notebooks.
The intensity of love I felt for my school and teachers on the day of my farewell wasn’t the same when I was studying there. Yes, the best moments in my life were spent in my School. There are so many memories about my school that bring back both smiles and tears. Those days the world seemed my domain and it has been almost 4 years since I left my school to enter this competitive world, where everyone was in hurry. My school taught me one simple thing and that is, “It’s only until you open your wings, you will touch the sky, so in the open sky, fly the birds of dreams”
And today, I was walking down the once empty street which led to my school, gazing at the passersby who had come there for their morning walk to see what changes, if any, had taken place in my absence. I have some relation with these paths; there wasn’t a single change, the time stopped for me. Suddenly my phone rang and it was my mother. I had to reach home way before and I was late. I quickened my steps and moved briskly towards the cycle stand where I had parked my bike. I started my bike and looked back towards the school, something cried aloud in my heart.
No matter how many years have gone by, a part of you always longs to relive those days one more time. Well, that is the way life is all about. We are travelers by birth. We are travelling from one place to another in fulfilling those windows of dreams seen by us. But we actually never forget the places, the people- our places, our people. These distances echoes only one thing, even after distances, separations and farewells, the relationship with our friends, parents, and the sense of belonging with our places should only blossom. Our time changes but time and distance do not make us strangers.
As someone truly said; “The only thing constant in life is change”
By,
Rahul Marar
