I'll Miss You... III

This is a continuation of my previous posts : http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you.html and http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you-ii.html

Whoever said that we always end up at the place where we started was right. Perhaps, he had understood and wanted to share his knowledge about life's ups and downs. 5 years ago, I came to the city of temples leaving Kolkata behind after spending 10 years of my life there. It was exactly around this time when the shifting process had begun. The truck had been loaded. And I had already reached Bhubaneswar.

I don't really remember what was in my mind that time. Right now, my mind and my heart is screaming out loud that this is where I want to stay. Bhubaneswar, with it's calm and serene environment, seemed to take over me very soon. I loved everything about it. I still do!

This is my last day here until I come back here to meet my friends(I sure will). Its the same day but it appears to be gloomier than what it was 5 years ago. The truck has yet again been loaded and the house is again empty. The walls resound everything I see. Yet, no one can hear my desire to stay back...

I haven't left yet, but, I am only thinking of coming back asap...

I'll Miss You... II

This is a continuation of my previous post : http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you.html
There is so much to write, so many things that I'll miss and cherish...
My last day in school is just two days away. It is funny to see how time is galloping away.
Change is inevitable. I don't disagree. But who here likes changes? No one does!
I, particularly, get attached to places, things and people... Its hard to even think about a without my school, my friends. Harder to think about living in a new place. I know I am not the only child who has to move to a new place. There are so many others. They all too have friends. But, that doesn't make me feel less sad! In fact, it makes me sympathise with every other girl or boy moving to a new city, a new school or even a new section.
I've changed so much as a person since I came to Bhubaneswar. I started eating oranges, I took part in public speaking competitions, read books that I never thought I would like, started playing cricket, watching cricket matches and there are so many other changes! You would laugh and say that I could have learnt to do that elsewhere. But, that's not true. There are people who influenced me to do it and I won't be able to find teachers and friends like them!
The million dollar question is not whether I am going to miss my friends or not. The question is how long will I miss them? Will I miss them till I shift? Will I miss them till I join school in the new place or till I make friends there? I guess, I am going to miss them either forever or always, whichever is longer...

I'll Miss You...

For the last two three days I have been getting so many texts in which my friends have mentioned all the things that they are going to miss if I go away. I cannot do anything about my going to another city... But, this is to tell everyone, that I am probably going to miss you all more than you will!
Let's consider a few things... With whom will I scream and celebrate after kkr wins, after we see Brett Lee somewhere, after we watch our masterchef favourites perform well! With whom will I go to my vehicle after the school gets over? Whom will I irritate by telling her to go away when i sit down in my van? With whom will I click pictures in which I say Brett Lee rather than cheese?
Who will solve my doubts and whose doubts will I solve with as much fun as I did here? With whom I will talk for long hours? Who will console me after I finish watching Titanic? Who will make me laugh by sending '-_-' in the text messages repeatedly or by calling NaCl 'puchu'? Whom will I scold for sleeping late at night and waking up really early during exams?
With whom will I have the craziest moments ever? Whom will I ask to not break her bones while dancing? Who will wear(or have) the same dresses that I have? Who will entertain me by mimicking others? Who will be my competitor and at the same time my motivator in elocutions and debates? Who will throw balls at me like she's hell bent on murdering me? Who will get food for me from the canteen?
Who will help me tolerate my partner in class? Who will crack the worst pjs and yet make me smile even when I am sad? Who will come with me to the adjacent class during breaks? Whom would I call kabutar or dhruvswamini?
Whom will I play cricket with? Will there be another 'pedi'? With whom will I create hilarious CID videos? Who will come and eat away my entire tiffin in a couple of bites? With whom will I fight over the emcee script? Who will umpire the cricket matches if I do play them? Who will teach me where to pitch the ball? Who will stand behind me as I pose like Kate Winslet of Titanic? Who will be there to make me talk non-stop in the van? Who will always be there to guide, help, understand and be there for me? Who is really going to call me 'lal tamatar'? Who will argue with me over Sachin Tendulkar, Shah Rukh Khan?
There are so many other things that I am going to miss! I may not have written them down here, but, that doesn't mean that any of you is unimportant! One person's life is influenced by many others'. I wish I am able to travel 1427 kms everyday to meet you all or not go away at all!

Perhaps, it was this way!

It was a pleasant March evening. The sky was pale and a soft breeze was blowing. The birds were chirping noisily as the returned to their nests. Young Children's' Park was empty except for two boys. Jack was sitting on the ground and fiddling with twigs. Tom was throwing stones into the pond surrounding the field. When Tom got bored of throwing pebbles and stones, he turned around and said, "Jack, I don't want to spend the rest of my vacations throwing stones into the pond just because everyone else has gone out of the town!".
Jack was now standing with a twig in his hand. He said, "How can I help mate! What can two people possibly play?". Out of frustration, Tom hurled a stone towards Jack. Jack used the twig in his hand to shield himself. The stone went flying in the other direction. It didn't go very far as Jack had not applied a lot of force while hitting it away. The twig that Jack had used, broke into two pieces very soon after the encounter, just like a soldier who dies after fighting bravely.
Normally, Jack would've rushed towards Tom to beat him up for having almost injured him. But, Jack looked at him and grinned. Tom grinned back. They ran towards the trees in the park. They would go from one tree to another, break a branch and try to bend it. After going through all the trees in the park, they looked disappointed. They were unsuccessful in their search. Suddenly John exclaimed, "Hey! We didn't examine the branches of that tree in the middle of the park!". They ran towards the centre of the park. Right in the centre of the park, the oldest tree in that park stood mightily, surrounded by bushes. It was huge and looked scary. It was as old as Methuselah. It had survived all the earthquakes and cyclones that had occurred in that town over the years. It had numerous branches. The tree was tall too. Tom, who was quite tall, had to jump up to break a twig off it. Jack, being the stronger of the two, took it from him and tried to bend it. No matter how much effort he made, the twig didn't break. The boys were overjoyed!
They went to their favourite part of the park. Jack got ready with the twig in his hand. Tom took his position at a distance of about 7 feet from Jack. He picked up one of the many stones lying around him. He asked Jack, "Are you ready?". Jack nodded. Tom took a deep breath and threw the stone towards Jack with all his strength. Jack was prepared. He hit the stone hard with his twig. The stone went flying to his left. The twig in his hand was safe too. The boys jumped up jubilantly!
Every evening, they would come to park and play this game which they had devised. When other boys returned after the vacation, Tom and Jack taught them this wonderful game of twig and stone. Soon, all the children in that town, irrespective of their age, began playing this game.

Well, we all know, what that game is called now...

P.S : All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a only a work of fiction.

Thanks for reading!