I took a picture of the lonely railway platform that lay opposite to us. I quickly typed "bye" and sent the snap to the people I loved. I quietly put an Instagram story of the same snap. I was bidding farewell to a city I had lived for four years. Maybe this was the feeling of growing up. I realised I was about to become a migratory species moving from city to city. No, I had already become one when I came to this city. The city, whose traffic and streets I disliked, but it did gift me with many beautiful sunsets and souls that I will cherish forever. But, forever had already lost its meaning. The train departed. I waved at them as they disappeared slowly. I crawled up to the upper-berth to get some sleep (and to shed a few years). As I opened my eyes, I could hear the rain rattling against the window. Cold. I slowly went outside and stood against the door. I tried to capture the essence of the greenery that spread in front of me. Last time. I had already done many last times...
So, it's been a while since I wrote something. I don't think my tagline matches my profile anymore - from a moody adolescent. Sadly, I am no longer a teenager. I am a grownup (and I don't want to admit that :/). Four years ago, all I wanted was to graduate high school and go away to college. Now, I am not sure about what I want. I mean, I kinda want to go back to childhood, before all this drama. Since I can't, I should try my best to make the best of each day, right? I am particularly feeling good right now after watching "feel good". Since the lockdown started, I have binged on countless shows and novels. I don't know why I binge-watch. I usually end up watching a whole season within a day. I am too anxious about the end that I forget to enjoy the ride. And I forget all the details (sometimes the plotline) within a few days. Though after watching or reading, I savour the parts I liked for some time. I want those images to stick in my head. Do normal peo...
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