The Unforgettable Voyage

As the sun slowly begins to emanate its dominance, the weather is not the only thing that is in a state of unrest. As the mercury begins to take the upward climb, there is a little upsurge in our hearts, a small pestering feeling that continuously reminds us of our destiny which awaits us. The seeds of the inevitable departure were sown way back. But now, after all this while, they have sadly begun to blossom. All this while we have had three other batches face the same fate, on each occasion leaving us wondering whether the entire melodrama was far too overhyped or whether we were far too insensitive. But the wheel of time spares none and now we stand at the doors of a similar fate – hands tied – nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

And now what with Aarohi over, it’s more like a premature end. The soul has gone; it’s just the outer body that remains. For those who have not been a part of it, it is and will always be just another college event, for us it has been the turning point. There has been nothing in these 4 years which can be compared to it when comes to attachment, bonding and fondness.

The journey in these 4 years has been similar to that of a river flowing with lots of fervour and gust at the source, meandering away in the plains and finally ending into a majestic bay ready for a much bigger journey ahead. Quite similar has been our case in these four years. Like the river flowing towards the ocean, all this while we have always aspired for ascendancy. It all started with a rush – lots of commotion – lots of pressure – lots of running to do pretty similar to what happens to rivers near their origin – fast, gusty. As time went on, other stuffs, studies for example, got a little more attention, with quite a number of people being “distracted” and eventually a few being left behind. And finally in our final year, where like the river that gains its entire might near its mouth, we gave all that we could to the best of our abilities with a small hope of going out with a bang.

Leaving all this behind makes us realise of what we can part with and what we can’t. Ten years down the line, we may not remember our classes or our professors but the time we spent together is something that we would never forget. Irrespective of whatever the final outcome may be, and wherever our destinies may lead us, I’m sure we would proudly be able to proclaim that our college life was the most beautiful flower in the lovely garden of life.