by
DISTANCES
by Rahul Marar
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, a new
school and making new friends. But now as an adult, I have an altogether different opinion.
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, a new
school and making new friends. But now as an adult, I have an altogether different opinion.
I never appreciated the
distances, separation and missing. Though I liked to be in a new 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. 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. My friend was with me even in the empty
streets, early in the morning while going to our Sanskrit tuitions.
distances, separation and missing. Though I liked to be in a new 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. 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. My friend was with me even in the empty
streets, early in the morning while going to our Sanskrit tuitions.
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. 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.
Well, that is the way
life is all about. We are travelers by birth. We are travelling from one place
to another. But we 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.
life is all about. We are travelers by birth. We are travelling from one place
to another. But we 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.
