On my way back from Bangalore, got down from the train at Mysore railway station. Standing there in the brightly lit station, memories started floating around me. All those intangible memories of my years in Mysore suddenly became tangible; things I could touch, feel and hold in my hand, looking at them with a new perspective.
Standing there with memories whirling around me, a lot of complexities of my earlier association with the city started unraveling. Guess it happens to others too, that as years pass by, they understand things in clearer ways than before, feel them differently and finally learn to let go of nostalgias.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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