End

The cogs turn faster now. Though everyone, I suppose, wished that the track would move slower. In less than a month it would all be over and we walk out the gates one last time. There is an end to everything, so to speak, and this is it.

The sentimental types would turn all glassy-eyed at the mere thought of separation. Promises are made: I will never ever forget you. I will always keep in touch. Promises that are forgotten the moment the sun rises up on a new day, and one sets foot in a new land.

It's true.

This is not the voice of cynicism, it is reality. Everyone experiences separation. Man leaves wife, child leaves family, lover leaves lover. The only real difference is some separations appear to be reversible and some appear as how they really are. Permanent.

Of course, one should never lose hope. Nay, the believer is the consumate optimist, even in the worst of circumstances. Kabhi Alveda Na Kehna, they say. "Never Say Goodbye". Goodbye eliminates all hope of reunion. It eliminates hope.

In other words, 'till we meet again. It's been nice knowing you.