Truths in a goodbye

Sometimes, it is easy for people to leave, run away from tough times, even though too often in stories, they become heroes. But in reality it those who are left behind are the real heroes. Sometimes, it is easy for people who flee, to forget their past,erase their footprints and balm their old pains and heartaches; yet those who are left behind would not be able to do so that easily.

There is nothing graceful about leave-taking. It is not like turning off the radio after listening to your favourite song; nor does it look anything like turning the back page of the book you have been reading.  There is pain in it-there is a distant hope of returning, yet there is a fear that the person who is leaving will never look back in his/her stride away from you to shed you a one last smile, a wink or some sort of token to take home with you. There is torture in it that you are unable to categorize. It burns you and makes you oblivious to hunger and thirst. You think you have come to the end of the road; instead of seeing a by-road, all you see a tall wall to lean on, weep and fall asleep.

When times go by, the intensity of the feeling dies down. You will be able to go about in your daily duties without getting lost in the corridors of the past. There will be peace with a little something missing in it. You will be able to be indifferent to a tinge of familiar perfume coming with the wind, tread the same paths without stretching your hand involuntary to a grip you know you won’t find.  You begin to realize that it is easy to miss someone badly than continuing to hate that person for leaving you. After many lost battles, finally you concede the fact that, there are some things you can’t change- and you tried your best to see a different ending. You will outlive the anguish and narrate the story which does not make the leave-taker a hero.  Goodbyes do not make good bards; they only make mature individuals the hard way.

Heroes are those that hold their ground and fight back, they seek the fulfillment of passion that tempts one to live and die old. Heroes are those that understand change and do not blame everything on the fate. They are the ones  who build new fortresses when their old knights abscond at night. It is not fair to make a coward a hero and make yourself just the narrator in the epic of your battle. Admit it, you saw the end of the tunnel that was quite bright, it was pity the protagonist couldn’t see the light.