I had put on one of the finest suits of my dad. The beautiful tie was a gift of my bua. I had a hair cut and shave just a couple of hours back. After a long time I was wearing my black formal shoes and perhaps, for the first time, my sister agreed with my mother that I looked handsome .
No, it wasn't my wedding day and certainly not one of the most important days of my life. But this is a day when I would look at many faces for a final time. A class of 60 students will be together for those last 150 odd minutes.
I don't know why Farewell is called farewell? Is it expected from each and everyone that he/she will definitely fare-well in their lives or is it a a bouquet of wishes for all to fare-well in whatever they do? I know many of the readers must be thinking that I am going nuts but do not think that I am getting emotional due to this farewell thing. Frankly, I am not getting emotional at all. It is just that it has finally dawned on me that I will be seeing and meeting her for the last time today. Then we would part our ways. That is why I want these moments to be etched in my memories for a long time and this is the only reason I am attending the farewell function in an attire that I do not find my self comfortable in but wore it because she had asked me to.
Love is a funny thing, or an amusing thing or perhaps a very weird thing.... Ya.. I Know.. I have gone nuts..
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