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Twenty seven years have passed by. The elemental forces have continued to act at it’s constant pace. Many seasons have come and gone. Bringing forth it’s moments of pain and pleasure. Deep down somewhere, I have remained the same.

Every person that touched upon my life was nothing short of a season. I say season, because, they come and go. I remember every one of them. Can we ever forget anything or anyone in this cosmic cycle? At certain points in time, I wished, they stayed back. With me. Or atleast - around me. But they had their own promises to keep and certain more lives to be touched upon. And so they went. Others have religiously filled in the vacuum created by the earlier. But nothing much the same.

I would not name any person or place here. Because those who will read this would know, when and where do I refer to them and would instantly connect with the same. Others, need not know their names. Either way, it does not matter.

I sit besides my window and see. The fluttering leaf has mellowed down. The clouds have given up their morning fight and now seem to make a pact with the soothing moonlight . The paper bits have traveled beyond my sight. A little farther away, the smoke has begun to rise.

Time for me to turn the page. And begin.