Departures.
“Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.”
― Dejan Stojanovic.
Time, the four letter word which invariably accommodates its own worth with,
The departure of that umbilical cord from the womb.
The departure of that friend from the kindergarten.
The departure of that schizophrenic failed student from the school.
The departure of that first crush in the primaries.
The departure of that blended golden friend.
The departure of that last fountain pen, the last uniform and the last shoes.
The departure of that last bench in the farewell.
The departure of that last fairy tale of the granny.
The departure of that first bicycle, the first skateboard and the first cricket bat.
The departure of that last train in the farewell day of the college.
The departure of that last tie and the last beer in the placement day.
The departure of that last signing out mail to the boss.
The departure of that last hug, the last cuddles, the last flowers, the last date and the last missed call.
The departure of that last passionate kiss in the elevator.
“Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.”
― Antonio Porchia.
