The toughest thing to say is a goodbye and strangely I find it easier to say it to people than your town. With people, you are hopeful of bumping into them someday but the town remains stoic and rooted, willing you to return back as you search for familiarity in an alien city.
The crossed out dates formed a mosaic on the calendar and with the big leap day inching forward, I found myself experiencing varied emotions- the fresh air of independence mingled with the smell of uncertainty. All I knew was that I had taken the leap of faith, I could either soar or land into a dump.
As the taxi jerked at the signal, I was grateful for the extra time to gape at the historic buildings in CST. The countless sculptures and carvings adorning the buildings added a soft touch to its mammoth structure. As the train pulled into Mumbai Central station, I kept asking myself, "Why am I leaving this beautiful city for something unknown?"
The station was a familiar scene of chaos and was lucky enough to spot my friends looking as lost as I was. Warm hugs, teary farewells, promises to keep in touch, gifts, thank you's and waving till the station went out of sight......Amid all this, I kept asking myself, ""Why am I leaving this beautiful city for something unknown?"