“You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down heavily, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before.
You were my bridge.”
पादं शिष्यः स्वमेधया ।
पादं कालक्रमेण च ॥
From the teacher is learned a quarter,
a quarter from the student’s own intelligence,
a quarter from fellow students,
and a quarter with the passage of time.
I hope this reaches you. I wanted to acknowledge you. And maybe thank you. For what you did. And what you didn’t.
The journey we shared has to end. Soon. Our separation, inevitable. All I can muster is mixed feelings. You were different from the rest. When we met, it didn’t seem anything special. You, though never failed to surprise me. We shared some of the most beautiful moments together and yet you proved to be my worst adversary on numerous occasions. You have always been so unpredictable. Despite all your evil games, you gave me a lot of firsts. You made me experience things I had only heard or read about. I lost. I drowned. Yet, I was only racing forward. I don’t know how I could manage to tolerate you for such a long time. Maybe it was you making me stronger. You definitely taught me what life is all about.
As we head down our own paths, I am split. Happy and excited. Dismal and scared. Will I miss you? I am not sure. You sure as hell, have been an amazing teacher. However it turns out to be, 2016, I am glad that you happened.
Is it possible to experience something again? Can we somehow relive some of our best days? Can we go back to the person we used to be? Where are those once indispensable things now? Where did we lose our best ones? Where are those days of joy and adventure now? Nostalgia, thou heartless bitch!