Farewells have become a bit too common for me since the past few years. I would think that I'd get used to it by now, but I still get very affected by them. They touch me to the core.The US has become a standard destination for all my loved ones. My best friends from school and college land up there, my cousin who'd my best buddy too landed up there and now my best friend and soul sister lands up there. My boss, my mentor, she's gonna get there really soon as well. This year has seen too many farewells for my liking.
Such is the way of life. People come and people go. Some leave an indelible mark on you. Some remain as wonderful memories; distance can do strange things. Each of these people have a special place in my heart. So yes, it hurts knowing they're going away. But this is not really farewell. I'll be a little lost for a while, a little bewildered and a little cranky - I'm entitled to it. And then, I will snap back. For these people will always be there for me and me for them - the distance will hopefully make the heart grow fonder and if it doesn't, it will be OK. I'm just so glad they were a significant part of my life and they made it wonderful.
This one line from school scrap books will always stay with me - 'To meet, to part, is the way of life...To part, to meet, is the hope of life'
