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Farewell & Pixie Dust

People move, They move around quite so lot And some place they stay For quite some time Maybe strike a match, With some similar minds Nobody knows how or when But when that happens, People gather memories I call them pixie dust ‘Coz I love to fantasize Slowly and so slowly All the little dusts Gathers up and settles down But people move, And when they do, All the pixie dust that has gathered Glitters like in sun Spreading the warmth And all the emotions That’s packed in, Pours out like rain And sweet as it is to have be en with you, It is time for you to move too As much as I want you to be here It is only fair to tell you farewell, now And here we go, A little something , For the special someone ! I remember the first time I met you, crystal. Abhijit sir had told me that I will no longer be there in his team and has to shift to Compass . And that day you came and took me with you. I could not expect anything for i...
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Night was falling gently and laughter filled the air as we crossed roads back to our hostels. An evening so well spent and gave all the love I could want. From strangers a month and a half back to friends today, life happened. In the midst of fear and anxiety over unstable career that we have, in the midst of exams, assessments and tensions; we found our cozy homes among us. Gratefulness for the night and my people is all I felt, and the night kept falling yet.

For a person who don't talk much, I observe a lot. And before my eyes, life moves on, so fast and steady, as a rhythm which does not cease. We reached our hostel with smiles stretched across our face, a genuine happiness after a long time…which didn’t last that long…

Because, life happens, right!

I was talking to my mom before going to sleep and she was upset. She told me that Tamil sir in her school has passed away in car accident. I was so shocked. And suddenly the wind felt so chill like the life has been swept away from it. He is this kind of person who is…was…so dynamic. Nobody will believe he was more than fifty, from his attitude. He lived his life his way, I should say. Like a teenage guy, his cheerfulness had always been contagious and he’ll radiate this confidence…nobody would dare him in anything.

We people running behind something grasping thin air and into unknown future. We are already tired of running and chasing what we really want. He had everything and yet he ran and chased everything he could and want. Damn that punctured wheel he is no more now.

I am overwhelmed. But this moment made me realize that life is not something that anyone can control. It goes off like a flick of a switch. It is so damn hard to imagine a void in the place where a person used to be, a second before.

I just want to tell this, live your life the way you want before someone flicks off that switch. Our journey is one way and we are not coming back for all it is worth.

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You will always be missed, sir. No one can replace the space you left, not ever.

With heavy heart,
-Sp-

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