The hard part

Just when you think you’re flying in the sky, life will shoot you down on the ground.
It keeps you in check and is the best teacher that I have ever found.

One day your schedule is full of events and RSVP do’s.
Next day, you hardly have any friends to talk to.

You are surrounded by people and you think it is all good.
But the silent conversations in the dark are moments you might hate too.

One day, I was enjoying dinner with my Grandfather and watching him pray.
A week later, I found myself crying over his grave.

Zero emotions in me as we prepared for his funeral.
Worked like a machine to get formalities cleared.

But the time after was something that I always feared.
When no one’s around you, either near or dear.

When you’re reading the name on the tombstone and tears flow down endlessly.
When you’re alone in the graveyard and all you can do is pray fervently.

This is the hardest that life has hit me with yet.
Felt like my trajectory was in a state of descent.

Took away a huge part of me, both emotionally and mentally.
Will still take a lot of time to recover from it completely.

My Grandfather wanted to see me as a big man always.
I’ll make sure I fulfill his wish, one day.



Why is it so hard to bid goodbye to dear ones?

Why is it always so hard to bid goodbye to a dear one?” ran through my mind as I traced my steps back from the airport to my home. I had just dropped off a close friend as he moves ahead for greener pastures in the West. It all happened so rapidly – the quick mention of the good times we have had, the hugs, the emotional goodbyes, the promise to meet again and then ……


This is a season of goodbyes for me. My close friends circle is slowly breaking in to individual lines with every one of them leaving Hyderabad either for studies or for a job, including me. One left for Canada, another leaves for the U.S today while the other one leaves for Saudi Arabia in a month and I’ll be heading to a different city in India at around the same time.  In the very beginning, we used to be a gang of 10-15 here in Hyderabad, reminiscing the fun school days when at IISR, staying up late at night, discussing almost everything under the moon and gulping down yummy Hyderabadi Biryani.

Slowly that number reduced to just 5-6 as many left to the Gulf and the States to pursue jobs (and then get married) and very soon it’ll be down to nil.


I am lucky to have some amazing friends who have stood by me in thick and thin. The only thought that worries me is that, after the goodbye, I am not sure if I’ll be able to meet ‘em all together.

After coming back home and feeling low while pondering over the same, I may have found an answer to my question. It is hard to bid goodbye because they are the ones who understand you in the best possible way. It is hard because they started being your friend without glancing at your wallet or your contact list. It is hard because they are living ambassadors of true friendship.

And you should treasure them!