Never say Adieu. Say Au Revoir.

I hate it when people go. Why is it I'm never the one leaving?

I remember after 12th, all my friends were leaving. Standing in the bus terminal, I threw my arms around my then best friend and wept. With her went a lot of things. She was the Miss. Always-right. And she made sure I was never Miss. Always-wrong. If there was anything good in life I did, any good element that rubbed onto me it was because of her. And I knew things would change. They did. Every vacation she came back, all she had to talk was about her college, her friends, her crushes, her parties... 'Our' was soon replaced. And from that so was I.



When I left her and came back to Pondicherry after Engineering, the last look I had of her was an early morn bedraggled look with misery writ large on her face. I was happy in a weird sort of way, ah- she's the one saying goodbye. Goodbyes were never two sided to me. But she had to ruin it. She came a few days later to Pondicherry and redid the scene- I was left standing waving to a long gone bus.



Someone leaving to London and I remember sobbing my heart out. So much so, that his mother who was crying delicate tears, wiped hers in amazement and helped my mom wipe mine. I guess its just coz I hardly cry that all the instances I did are clearly etched and when I do cry, I cry in not buckets but oceans. Piled up grief.



These days I'm those quiet and efficient farewellers.

5 trunks, 1 handbag and 2 children.
Reach and call, else I might forget all about you.
Oh- you'll miss me?
I might. Cant say.