Saying Goodbye is a daunting task. I remember the day my grandmother was buried, me and my grandfather stood by the door and wept in each other’s arms. We cried till we couldn’t cry anymore, because this Goodbye was our final goodbye, there were no see-you again later’s, or call me when you reach. This was just Goodbye, where one person decided to sleep and the rest of us watched, but some goodbye’s aren’t drastic as the one mentioned above, some just happen, they could happen because of broken friendships, broken hearts, broken trust but again anything that is broken isn’t always a goodbye.
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The truth is saying Goodbye is a complicated affair, saying goodbye means, though you bid farewell to the person, you are carrying a chest full of memories about the moments you spent with them and those memories stay with you for a lifetime but the most puzzling goodbye is the goodbye you never said, the goodbye your mind never acknowledged but yet it happened, the ones where one day while walking down the street you see a face, once so familiar, but now so different and distant, that you look down into your phone and walk away without the slightest tremor of recognition.
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The older I get, I realize with every Goodbyes I have to say, that every goodbye is different in nature, some are a necessary evil, while others bring a lot of pain, but every goodbye is a lesson, a lesson that you have yourself at all times, even when you are alone and want a hug, your mind can still find the strength to get something equally comforting like an ice cream!
**As I stand at the threshold of adulthood, I know the many faces I now know, will one day just become a distant memory. I know that the ‘me’ writing this piece will change too. I have long ago said goodbye to the wide eyed teenager who came to college with big, bright principles, now I am just a regular girl with big dreams, but I don’t want her to say goodbye to her dreams, I don’t want her to say goodbye at all, I don’t want anyone to say goodbye unless they really want to. I see that door far across the distance, the door that will separate me from a few others and I also realize that some of them are way closer to the door than to me, I only wish for them to turn once, not go in at all and never say goodbye. If only, goodbye’s meant ‘We will see each other in a minute.
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Sandra is a student, an amateur writer, reader, dreamer, shopaholic and the list goes on and on. She loves long walks on the beach and waking up to a wonderful breakfast, visiting new places and meeting new people. In short she likes every thing in life that is not black and white. Admires people who lead their life differently,who look beyond the obvious and seek to live their life according to their convictions, at their own pace and in own their time. She blogs at http://www.fortheperfectionistinme.blogspot.in