Rudraksh would always ask me why I look back on people while walking away and why would I always wait up to see people go, till I can see them no more.
There is a reason behind it. Allow me to elaborate:
When I was a child and would go to school, there was a tree that was my landmark. Every day on the way back from school, I'd just stare out the car window, not ready to believe I'm home until I saw that tree. It wasn't an ordinary tree mind you. It was the most remarkable and oldest tree around, almost like a sage in a sea of juvenile delinquents. I remember the green walkway through which I would get driven down to school everyday.The tree was the most important part of the drive. It was family.
And then, one fine day, the inevitable happened. The tree was struck by lightening in my absence. It almost felt like someone died on me. Like some aged ancestor who had promised to show me the way home everyday, had just given up and left me astray. I was hurt! It was a breach of trust.
Since then, I have known how it feels to have a bankable being disappear. There have been times when I wished I knew it was to happen. I wish I had some time to prepare myself for the absence. Not that the time would have changed the fact that the tree wasn't there anymore, but more like I wanted to know in advance.
Since then, I have believed it to be necessary to have a notice. I like to see it when people go away. It gives me an imaginary sense of truth in the fact that people can inform before they go. I like to turn back and see the people who matter are still there waiting for me. It gives me an imaginary feeling of triumph, the one that makes me feel important to them. I like to cling to every moment that I can because I know, one day, it won't be there.
Going away, is mandatory. But not pleasant. Hence, I like to procrastinate the bit where departures / closures come into existence.
On that note, see ya around.
There is a reason behind it. Allow me to elaborate:
When I was a child and would go to school, there was a tree that was my landmark. Every day on the way back from school, I'd just stare out the car window, not ready to believe I'm home until I saw that tree. It wasn't an ordinary tree mind you. It was the most remarkable and oldest tree around, almost like a sage in a sea of juvenile delinquents. I remember the green walkway through which I would get driven down to school everyday.The tree was the most important part of the drive. It was family.
And then, one fine day, the inevitable happened. The tree was struck by lightening in my absence. It almost felt like someone died on me. Like some aged ancestor who had promised to show me the way home everyday, had just given up and left me astray. I was hurt! It was a breach of trust.
Since then, I have known how it feels to have a bankable being disappear. There have been times when I wished I knew it was to happen. I wish I had some time to prepare myself for the absence. Not that the time would have changed the fact that the tree wasn't there anymore, but more like I wanted to know in advance.
Since then, I have believed it to be necessary to have a notice. I like to see it when people go away. It gives me an imaginary sense of truth in the fact that people can inform before they go. I like to turn back and see the people who matter are still there waiting for me. It gives me an imaginary feeling of triumph, the one that makes me feel important to them. I like to cling to every moment that I can because I know, one day, it won't be there.
Going away, is mandatory. But not pleasant. Hence, I like to procrastinate the bit where departures / closures come into existence.
On that note, see ya around.
Wow. you notice!
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