DECONSTRUCTING SELF

I just sit there ,crosslegged ,perched atop my berth, gazing out of the window at sandhill dunes and small rocky plateaus.Besides me a host of Gujju families keep chattering in words which sound like Sanskrit to me .Names of stations flashing by evoke long-forgotten memories of newspaper clippings. Life as I knew it has ended and a new chapter has swept me off my feet!
Just a couple of days ago i bid adieu to people whom i have grown to relate with every minor or major event of my life.They were the sheets upon which i had sketched the finest years of my life, the pillars upon whom i had scripted 'My Home away from Home'. An odd bunch of characters who made me cherish the little things in life ,soak in guilty pleasures and enjoy the extremes !And in a split second they were all gone and I am left staring at the vastness of horizons and the numbness of life....
They now stand as figments of memories of days gone by , as i embark on an alien road all by myself. As i look back , smiles cross my face and i am pulled by an uncontrollable urge to click the 'repeat on' button and relive those years all over again .If only...
Every good thing comes to an end ! What remains are small lingering perfect moments , the satisfaction of being there in the first place and the hope that there will be a sequel ..soon. And as they all say 'Hope is a good thing'.

A lily of a day
Is Fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of light
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
(Ben Johnson)