Ever been in a place where you felt so right, comfortable and loved? Well, i bet you never would want to leave it....i really hate it when you finally have to leave it, i just hate letting go.
Well, the place or the group u hang out with might not be something great, maybe something more like a lousy group like the New Directions in Glee. But if it makes you feel special and you enjoy being with them, Respect them and the time and moment spent with them. Today was my last day at Red Moon and here is what i will miss the most. I will miss the big generous love of people who are financially not that rich but when it comes to needs they'd do anything to help you. I will miss the early morning teasings and poking fun of Pintu who would never feel bad even when we make a joke out of him. I will miss sharing those private jokes with Anwar, the guy who looks like one of those mysterious old man in novels where kids are scared of him but later in the end they find out that he is the good guy who would buy you lots of candies, which is just between us. And we'd look into each others eyes and we know what we meant with our comments. I will miss Zahir's mischief ,funny gimmicks, funny faces and stupid jokes. And his surprising comments like, "it feels so nice when you laugh and smile, so stay happy always". I will miss Salim's ever present help and his tag of Mr. "can fix almost anything", i will miss listening to his favourite songs which are usually depressing Sufi and Kawali songs and not forgetting his stories of old Delhi and his muslim community. I will miss Imran's loud entry inside the bakery, which can be either known through his ringing of the doorbell or laughter. I will miss him during the after-lunch conversations over tea where the topic stretches from the naga head-hunting to his daughter Zubia. I will miss him talking about marriage, a favourite topic in the bakery and his admiration for his young wife of how she is too good and that how he do not deserve her. I will miss Sanju who acts so manly even though he is still a kid and he'd be so protective and caring of the girls around him. I will miss Naresh bhaiya's perfectionist and organised works and his just too nice attitude.
I hate to leave them because they taught me how to love others without the use of money, because i felt so right and so good when i'm with them , because they allowed me to be me without any 'do this, do that' or "you'd look better if u wear this or do that". And here i am, leaving this loving little family walking into the big bad world again. I could have stayed if i'd want to but maybe sometimes you've got to let go for reasons you dont even understand yourself. And the saddest part is that things will never be the same again.....When Joycee and i left in the evening, she said, "even if we come back, it is not going to be the same anymore" The sunsets and the buses are arriving, too many people struggling to get into the bus and as i too, struggled my way home, i let some tears fall down hoping people wont notice me. I value each teardrop because those are tears of good and simple things which put some hope in you that the world still has something good to hope for. That there is love and respect even if for a shortwhile. And you know,you'd treasure them as they turn to good memories. But right now i just feel so sad letting go....it is just too hard...And watching 'Modern Family' is not helping me at all...
Well, the place or the group u hang out with might not be something great, maybe something more like a lousy group like the New Directions in Glee. But if it makes you feel special and you enjoy being with them, Respect them and the time and moment spent with them. Today was my last day at Red Moon and here is what i will miss the most. I will miss the big generous love of people who are financially not that rich but when it comes to needs they'd do anything to help you. I will miss the early morning teasings and poking fun of Pintu who would never feel bad even when we make a joke out of him. I will miss sharing those private jokes with Anwar, the guy who looks like one of those mysterious old man in novels where kids are scared of him but later in the end they find out that he is the good guy who would buy you lots of candies, which is just between us. And we'd look into each others eyes and we know what we meant with our comments. I will miss Zahir's mischief ,funny gimmicks, funny faces and stupid jokes. And his surprising comments like, "it feels so nice when you laugh and smile, so stay happy always". I will miss Salim's ever present help and his tag of Mr. "can fix almost anything", i will miss listening to his favourite songs which are usually depressing Sufi and Kawali songs and not forgetting his stories of old Delhi and his muslim community. I will miss Imran's loud entry inside the bakery, which can be either known through his ringing of the doorbell or laughter. I will miss him during the after-lunch conversations over tea where the topic stretches from the naga head-hunting to his daughter Zubia. I will miss him talking about marriage, a favourite topic in the bakery and his admiration for his young wife of how she is too good and that how he do not deserve her. I will miss Sanju who acts so manly even though he is still a kid and he'd be so protective and caring of the girls around him. I will miss Naresh bhaiya's perfectionist and organised works and his just too nice attitude.
I hate to leave them because they taught me how to love others without the use of money, because i felt so right and so good when i'm with them , because they allowed me to be me without any 'do this, do that' or "you'd look better if u wear this or do that". And here i am, leaving this loving little family walking into the big bad world again. I could have stayed if i'd want to but maybe sometimes you've got to let go for reasons you dont even understand yourself. And the saddest part is that things will never be the same again.....When Joycee and i left in the evening, she said, "even if we come back, it is not going to be the same anymore" The sunsets and the buses are arriving, too many people struggling to get into the bus and as i too, struggled my way home, i let some tears fall down hoping people wont notice me. I value each teardrop because those are tears of good and simple things which put some hope in you that the world still has something good to hope for. That there is love and respect even if for a shortwhile. And you know,you'd treasure them as they turn to good memories. But right now i just feel so sad letting go....it is just too hard...And watching 'Modern Family' is not helping me at all...