Kissing GoodBye..

For the normal eyes, it’s just an old building ,the paint is faded, the doors make noises, the taps leak, the grills have started to rust, the mosaic chips are broken. You can open the maroon gate, enter the building, you reach the hall, maybe the most or atleast one of the most messy places you have ever seen. There would be a lotta books and old newspapers on the teapoy ,the days newspaper with each sheet separated on the couch, teeny weeny things on the window sills. You take the stairway on the left side go up the 16 stairs, turn to the right and you are standing in fronta the room of fantasies, there’s a sticker on the door saying .."Brain is Working,Don’t Disturb"..just a virtual definition,read it as "Mind is Building Castles in Air, Don’t Disturb". Turn the knob and you are in the land of dreams, the messy paradise. There would be a table and a chair on your left. You may need time to find the chair as you see it as a pile of clothes. An almirah on the side, don’t try opening it as the clothes inside may bounce out. The only thing which is okey dokey is the book shelf on the other side, the bottom right corner of the shelf contains materials on ganguly ,the childhood hero(sensing the frown on the readers face). There is a poster of Shah rukh on the wall, never been an SRK fan, still the poster has been there for years as the remembrance of a friend. The ‘Balarama ‘ sticker on the switch board downstairs brings memories from the good old childhood days. This is the place where I have been living for the past 15 years. My home, sweet home. There is no place equivalent to it in the whole universe. The place is so familiar that i can walk around with my eyes closed. But all good things must come to an end. Saw these lines somewhere “Change is the essence of life .Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become.” And its time to surrender. There wont be anymore of star-gazing..all the way staring at the open text book in my room, lying on the couch downstairs..watching tv and falling asleep, taking the keyboard to the bed behind when I feel lazy even to sit, watching the rain from the balcony and running inside when it thunders, climbing the steep stairs to the terrace, eavesdropping on the once in a while chat between amma and susan aunty, going to swapachi’s place to have a little chit chat, returning back because there was a doggy on the way, finally her coming here and picking me up. Gonna miss all those. Gonna miss the doggy who wags its tail even when I run back home seeing it. But its time to kiss everything goodbye and so I am…