NOSTALGIA

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It was the time of parting ,I had to say a goodbye–  the time to go and search on for some newer horizons. And it was  the toughest lesson of my  book of “The life”. Things came to an end and I found myself at the threshold of a new beginning.There were apprehensions, a heavy heart ,a heart brimming with bitter-sweet memories, a heart Unwilling to go. And yet  ,I knew ,I must leave.
Some memories become the inseparable parts of ours. Those thoughts that left me cold at night, there are thoughts which make me feel nostalgic .There are thoughts which made me want to stay on, if only a little longer. And yet  ,I must leave.
A section of the heart withered and it became a scar on a part of  soul that survived. There are some nightmares tingled with love as some experiences abandon very unceremoniously.”Parting is such a sweet sorrow”.Aha..!..Life is mortal.There are fancy dreams which make me nostalgic. And yet, I must leave.
In those eyes I found nothing ,no trace of what has happened and I could see something inside me that broke. I glanced a little and regretted that I would never look at that thing the same way again. I felt that ache, that loss ,that regretful feeling. Like a ship blown from its mooring, by a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a sky bird,In a distant wood. I satiate by saying that I have been changed for good. But I  wanted to look in those eyes a little more. But I knew, I must leave.
Everything is a scene of constant leave taking, those hands once clasped in cordial greeting that day, and the other day  quivering lips said “goodbye”. I wanted to hold on ,a little more. But I knew that I must leave.
The starless night that covers me, sounds of sobbing whisper of my soul. The emptiest and the fullest of all human messages I have got,everything was lost in that sinking ship. Moments can be had but never preserved, only in memories I could recapitulate,Iblue-drop-drops-greece-nostalgia-favim-com-458084 wanted to remember those memories. But I knew, I must leave.
This is to the nights I felt dead, this is to the tears you would know I would shed, Here is a goodbye..! Tomorrow is going to come soon.

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