I'm not sentimental, but I believe an ounce of nostalgia makes every farewell worth bidding. Is it normal to to remember people as an agglomeration of thoughts that rise unbidden, that neither skill nor opportunity ever allowed to fold into words? Will the people and places I've known meld into a mush of faces, voices and silhouettes I only look upon as a singular instant in time that struck a cord so removed from any other I've ever felt? I wish I knew. Or perhaps not.
I've taken to the drink a lot lately. But for all our vices, there's a quiet voice within that concedes to the notion that something doesn't fit and our misdirections are simply a manifestation of the awareness of that incongruity of nature. Tell me of a tear I've caused, a smile I've brought, or a solemn memory we've shared to match every sip I take, and rest assured it's a shade in the myriad colours that will forever paint my dreams. To the people I've never met and those I didn't get a chance to know better, a fond audieu. I hope we meet again someday. To that day I raise my glass.
I've taken to the drink a lot lately. But for all our vices, there's a quiet voice within that concedes to the notion that something doesn't fit and our misdirections are simply a manifestation of the awareness of that incongruity of nature. Tell me of a tear I've caused, a smile I've brought, or a solemn memory we've shared to match every sip I take, and rest assured it's a shade in the myriad colours that will forever paint my dreams. To the people I've never met and those I didn't get a chance to know better, a fond audieu. I hope we meet again someday. To that day I raise my glass.
3 comments:
Bah. Ki shundor bhabe sentimental hoye jachhis.
R? Are you RGD?:D It's been so long! I feel like Robin Williams in Jumanji :P
Yuss, RGD only. I was talking about Jumanji the other day. Must rewatch. Been some ten odd years since I last did.
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