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sadness creeps in as imperceptibly as the dusk that fades into darkness, without even leaving a trace of its existence behind, and yet, as gradually as ever. do the final rays of dusk, carry any hope? or do they promise a false sense of hope? something that all of us need to move on. Is everything really what we choose to make out of it?
What happens if the boat sinks just when the shore comes into view? does that fall under success or failure? do varying shades of grey exist? Does there have to be joy behind every laugh? Why pay for fake flowers when we get real ones? May be the ever-lasting freshness of the fake ones (irrespective of how much ever fake they are) is appealing, real flowers will eventually wilt, and it will be time to move on again.
How ever fast you move, the past does catch up. Deeply-buried questions have an uncanny tendency of rising up at the most unexpected moments. A pleasing exterior but one which is shallow from within, is no different from a shadow. Acceptance is important, however, the truth can never be ignored for long, it does show up, and leave one stranded, yet, its a short road that takes one to the joys of being a bystander.

There is nothing like returning...

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered... I will definitely want to go back to leeds at some point in future..though there's no guarantee it would not have changed, however, I will still want to see if and how it has changed, and how my perspectives have changed over the years, it will make me conscious of the "growing up" process I guess, which as of now, seems very nebulous to me;).. That one year has taught me so much, I will want to take a walk down the memory lane in a truly physical sense. Its like the bystander watching himself take the course he once did, that eventually brought him to the spot hes now arrived at. Most of us like to carry the pleasant memories from our experiences, but I presume such a visit, would help me take a detached look at the reasons and the general process of change that took place with in me, which forms an elemental aspect of my identity, at the present.
The green meadow from my bedroom window, the fading highway lights in the distance, which at that point symbolised the contours of that which was known to me then, hyde park, the newspaper stand opposite the school of chemistry, and the walk to my favorite cafe, past the park.. all this forms a quintessential part of my time in leeds. But when I look back at it, there was some thing more to this, more than just these elements, I guess, its probably because all of them have seen me through my ups and downs, the best and the worst, the person in me that grew confident and independent, having this awareness of how being "me" has changed after the time spent in leeds.
Yes I think would echo that There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered... for isn't life all about the journey we take and the person we turn out to be when we think we have arrived at our destinations :)