Adieu...............

"I wanted a perfect ending, now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious amiguity".....Gilda Radner

Okay....have you ever seen the sky as it is in a dark dank night......lying on the highest point in the terrace........watching quite aimlessly nothin in particular.......the stars peep down between the fleeting concealment of the clouds and you never had felt better about being together in this maze of stupidity at the death of the night.............let us be quite impractical and senseless and succumb to those feeling of our heart which somehow seem to overwhelm us when it is the time to say goodbye..........few moats and fewer gnats fly by like orbs in the beacon of a distant light....and you wonder why can't this last forever.....and you supress some unknown pang in your throat and throw yourself away in the tide..............it is the end of a life within a life....and it is a reeky farewell indeed.........well lets not be too verbose and lets be a bit selfish.........for something is better left not shared........well as a matter of fact cannot be shared..............'coz they lie too deep down to pen down........well all I can say is the fun does not lie in uttering inexplicable philosophy at unearthly hour upon the terrace...........the fun doesnt lie in the unholy swearings of few sarcastic drunkards about anything under the sun........it lies in the fact that we were together through thick n thins for all four years......the satisfaction is derived from the fact that we have actually made it to the terrace....and had done it wonderfully well.... the fact that we were together in this ungodly hour watchin and then searching for that twinkling glimmer shimmering at us through millions of light years...its radiance promising to be with us at all those ill-oppurtune moments hurling us into a mythical discomfort as we derive senseless pleasure from it........."Somehow, the conversation meantioned your name. And someone asked if I knew you. Looking away I had a thought of all the times we had together, sharing laughter, tears, jokes and tons more...and then, without explanation you were gone. I looked to where they were waiting for an answer and then said softly, 'once I thought I did'...."