i am going away, not to the unknown land you may think of but to a place on earth i know all about and this makes the whole affair so unspecial. but what makes me philosophical is the thought of leaving the place i am right now at. from day one i knew i have to leave someday. i saw all the colors of life but it was mostly green for the last half decade. I put on a lot of weight, grew darker circles under the eyes, ended up with a head with lesser hair on it and lost too many things to count, but none as painful as the place itself. how will i connect to people other than those who lived with me here? and exactly how will i be able to fulfill the little desires like- staying up late, counting the stars, running behind stray dogs, climbing trees, sipping tea on the railway track, feeling the wind in my hair and sometimes even into my head and so many things that have been life for me here.
may be i now need a purpose in life, a thought that will never leave me or my head.A purpose.
