Of all the hard things saying bye is the Worst.

Its been a while ay!

GG says:

I hate the feeling. The gut churning feeling. With blood rushing out of my brain to the bottom of my toes and being soaked into the ground beneath. When the world around me turns into a giant quicksand and sucks me into the pit of emptiness.

Painful, every time I say GOODBYE to you.

(1)   Chennai airport Aug 2005, travelling to the USA, about to board the early morning flight.

HM had mentioned he would meet me at the airport. I was running late, had waved goodbye to mum and dad and was waiting for HM to turn up. I could see him heading towards our direction; we smiled and waved at each other. He placed a neatly wrapped box on my cart and was about to hug me….when we realized…ahem…we aren’t alone! The entire airport was bustling with people; a dozen of them staring at us and to top it mum and dad had their eyes on us! I reached for his hand and dad pushed the cart forward. His fingertips touched mine and that’s how we said goodbye. It took us 3 long years to reunite.

(2)    Chennai Anna Nagar, July 2008, travelling to the UK, last day in Chennai before I left for Trivandrum (and then to UK).

I was going to spend the day with HM. I stood by the window looking forward to spending a great day. Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes, in and out, off they went!

HM was at the gate. I ran down the stairs and out of the front door when lightning stuck! Figuratively yeah! Mum and aunt were at the porch talking to HM. All I could hear was HM saying “please aunty” and mom replying ‘I’m sorry, NO’!

I dint get to be with HM, instead spent an extremely hateful day in T-Nagar staring at Kancheepuram sarees. Wondering when the colors around me would fade away!

I spent the night crying and the next month compiling memories of the few encounters we had before I left.

That’s how we said goodbye.

5 months later…we kissed under the mistletoe. It was the best Christmas ever.

(3)    Des Moines airport November 2009, travelling back to UK.

HM and I were at the departure terminal. We sat hand in hand staring at the clock, watching its needles move in circles. It was my first visit to Ames, couldn’t wait to be back. I had fallen in love with the place and the people.

HM stroked my hair and we kissed goodbye, time to leave. I climbed aboard the escalator. My eyes turned misty from the tears and I caught a hazy glimpse of him. I’m left with this blurred image of HM till I meet him next………………..