The places where you go,The people you meet ..they grow on you.. Now when its time to move and I have packed up to ship I Realise how much I will miss Auckland..It has grown on me . Seems like second home ..As I cruise down the lanes now for the last few times my mental camera clicks at a alarming rate. I laugh and say cynically to myself Jagah se Kya Moh
I had never come here with the intention of settling down. It was always for my OE. Packing up Knick knacks and remembering where you got them ...everthing tells a story there is a memory attached to all ... every goodbye I say leaves a small grief I might not pass this way again .. and should i still do so life never stands still ... It will not be the same .. the Awara moments comes haunting ...yeh din aur yeh waqt kabhi laut ke nahi aayenge ...
I want to hear a voice that loves me unconditionally ... I call ... I dont want to talk ... just want to hear the voice ... It midnight back home ... I hear a sleep laden Voice ask me - Are you ok? Is everything fine with you?
I am now .......
Its time to go HOME
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