So long, my friend.
So long. Till a few days back, I didn’t know what this phrase meant but then my English teacher always comes to my rescue. When she explained what it meant, I felt a weird emotion running through me. Actually not weird, the usual sentimental feeling that I feel.
‘So long’ felt it had much more to it than just a mere ‘Goodbye’. It has a yearning in it, a yearning of unimaginable intensity. I probably feel that way because I first heard it in a movie. But every-time I repeat this phrase in my mind, I feel a tug in my heart. I am almost instantly transported to a world brimming with passion and longing. And every single time I space out while delineating about this world, that hides in the corners of my mind, I feel there is more to this Utopian world than meets the eye.
And though I have been advised to let such Utopian desires be buried where they belong (I also have enough reasons to stick to the advice), I can’t help but hope and consequently try to see it for real one day. Ah! I am so talking like a ‘lovesick’ idiot.
