How to write a farewell?

This is a far less perilous task when compared with other adventures undertaken by humanity. Nonetheless it is not something to be trifled with. In a few words and a generous couple of paragraphs the expectation from the reader is to find an image of their person in them. Often disappointed, but sometimes regaled, it is another case of saying that you cannot make everyone happy. A pen has ink, it colors the paper it is set on. How bright or dull the hue is, that lies in the eyes of the beholder much like beauty.

I am reaching a port in life where I am changing boats. The one I am leaving gave me the strength from fair winds and foul gusts. When the last timber drowned, the rope from this boat caught my sinking. I am deeply thankful for the sun filled skies I saw and the knowledge I gained to make an umbrella for rainy nights. I must leave now, for new shores beckon. I hope I am parting ways not in bitterness, but with a mutual feeling of gratitude between me and this boat.

My companions have been many and there in lies my last quest under its sails. How do I bade them farewell? They played their parts in no small amounts to strengthen my spirits and soul. A tough task today is better faced then a few years ago. Thanks goes to these companions who showed what face to make.

Is it enough to write a few lines or do I need to do more? Will those few lines convey my gratitude or will they fail to express the truth. I do not know. Perhaps it is best to be so. I will pen my words as best as I can mean them. Whether they find a way in to the hearts of the people I am addressing them to, will remain to be seen.

I see new sails and a new boat. The shine on it tempts me to new adventures and unknown shores. Will I be at home in that new boat as I became on this one? It is a hope that I carry with a prayer.

The old companions will gather on deck in my perfect memory. I will look into their eyes. I will not say a word. What the voice cannot do, I hope the eyes can say.

Thank you then and I wish you fair weather and strong winds to fill your sails!

As I suspected, even after all these lines, I am just as far away from an answer as I was before I wrote them.

The most common question asked in the world!

"What is the time?" is probably the most common question that is asked across the world. It reflects a unique connection between time and man. One that has been true for eternity. 

To quote an Irish saying - 

"When God made time, he made plenty of it."

I had been on a visit to a sleepy town, to attend a wedding revelry. Having arrived much ahead of the date, I was left with the truism of the statement above. 

Where I live, there are only a few moments of easy breathing possible, mostly when it is time to snore. Else your every breath is counted and accounted for. Where I visited was a place where no one was ever in a hurry. The leisure is very welcoming in the beginning and then begins to overwhelm you very quickly.

I was left to wonder if the units of measurement varied greatly between the places I mentioned. It did not, and not that things were never done on time in this leisure town. Everything happened with time to spare without anyone so much as breaking into a serious sweat. 

How? Yes, just like you, I too thought the same. I still do not have any clue about the answer. 

Perhaps it is something to do with our perception of time and the ability to deal with every moment. If you are overwhelming yourself all the time, then perhaps you will exhaust yourself very quickly. May be we need to see what is important and then time will bend for you to make sure that all else is arranged accordingly. I took away this simple lesson. Whether i am going to benefit or not, I do not know, but it is about time I gave it a shot.

Happy New Year!