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What goodbyes are made of (Part 3)

            One time, I went to a zoo all alone.             It was in Tokyo.             I remember the date: 14 th of February.             The zoo was huge and it was like being lost at sea. There were endless waves of happy people, with matching smiles and love-struck eyes. I understood what being a boat without an anchor must be like. Floating yet drifting away. But it was kind of nice to explore the zoo by myself. I felt more connected to the animals.        Anyway, so, there I was, walking around the zoo and gawking at the animals. Suddenly, I locked eyes with this crane alone in his cage. He was staring at me skeptically. “Hey you! What cha looking at?” he seemed to say. He looked like one of those punk-rockers, the plumage ...

What goobyes are made of (Part 2)

            Have you ever met the right person at the wrong time?             Or the wrong person at the right time?             That’s why they say timing is important.             He met the right person at the right place.             But the timing.             It was just wrong from the beginning.             They were like two lines that were travelling in opposite directions in the space-time continuum. Their lives just happened to intersect at a certain point along their journey. But the sad part was that there was only one such point of encounter. Later on, they would continue to move awa...

What goodbyes are made of (Part 1)

            Airports.             Arrivals, transits and departures.             Isn’t that what life is all about?             Pause. Rewind. Go back to 2 years ago. I could see myself standing in front of the airport security check, dragging a luggage and a heavy heart. The first time I was going to be away from home for a long time. Starting a new life isn’t easy but leaving your old life is harder. People say it’s a new chapter in life. Yet, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to turn the page on the chapter I was at because my hands were trembling. Whether out of excitement or nervousness, I was not sure. It was a mixture of both I guess.             Months of preparation and packing. Documents to be signe...