I had no idea about how people parted ways with each other for real. It’s so difficult for me to say a goodbye for one evening to a special person even when I know that we’d be meeting the very next day.
Goodbyes, really, are hard. I used to listen to people say these things, maybe I’ve been through it once or twice too but it still felt unfamiliar until now.
Just as we both parted ways this evening at a crowded place, though, just to head towards home, I turned towards my path and he turned towards that of his.
There was nothing but a little distance on which we stood, opposite to each other and it hit me that maybe, after a few years have passed, we will all be standing in front of each other, not together, but opposite each other and the distance between us would be extremely small, yet we won’t be able to smile or laugh with each other, so much so, that we fall to the ground at one point of time, and then the other one helps us to come back to our senses.
Maybe, one day, we’ll just be standing right in front of each other but even the smallest distance would mean so much that it won’t let us hug each other. We would be able to look at one another but not listen to what the other one is saying, not communicate anymore, not do anything at all.
Whilst, I walked up to my staircase, it struck me that a story was told to me just ten minutes before we parted ways about saying a normal and regular goodbye and then, never seeing each other again, for ages to come.
I felt as though, at no time would there be a day when we all would be parting ways, saying a goodbye, standing outside the college gates, just the way we do each and every day and then, there won’t be any more calls saying ‘please wake me up tomorrow morning or I won’t be able to make it to the college’ or maybe that ‘I’m too tired to talk now, let’s just bunk a lecture tomorrow‘.
I felt as though there’ll soon be a day when we’d hug each other a goodbye and that one would really mean we’re-not-seeing-each-other’s-
It was outrageous for me, I really could not think about anything but parting ways. I could not believe that when it was just about a goodbye for one single evening, knowing that we’d be talking and meeting the very next day, I wonder how miserably broken would one be at the time when it’s time to say real goodbyes, the ones that would last for real.
I really wish that parting ways remain to the point where we just reside in opposite directions and not ‘live’ in opposite directions. It doesn’t feel good to part ways with people you love and seeing them looking at you while they leave, it’s breathtaking bur heartbreaking!!