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Unsullied fall wind, meandering roads, roasted and butter dipped leaves camouflaging among the green mountains is a portrait that will never fade away from my memory. It is fascinating how nature is guileless and expressive through seasonal changes which decipher my ambiguity on creation. In retrospect, my thoughts vacillates back and forth through time with incessant and myriad of road trips that I have taken on this same route for the past 5 years. With a huge sigh this trip adds an end note to it. The faint silence I experienced during this trip was filled with mixed emotions, the love I had for the east and the animosity to let go few acquaintances. But as always, good times are remembered and hopefully welcome the better ones in future.
News of departure leaves a heavy heart and especially the ones leaving from this world is quite saddening. So unfair that life’s intransigence to live a minute longer is destined by this figurative dressed in Black Robe. Metaphorically we are mere paramours longing to fulfill all our furtive desires before we are expelled from the stage. While reading William Shakespeare‘s “All worlds is a stage” in my 8th grade which describes entrances and exits of players, I dint realize there are few who have short roles to play , the few who never get to experience their second childhood as in the poem. RIP to all those who left us early with loaded memoirs.
