So it turns out that last days at work aren't quite as dramatic as I had thought. There's no music playing in the background, no montage of significant moments projected anywhere, depending on the time or place - there may not even be anyone seeing you off. It turns out that the entire rush of sentimentality that I was imagining was exactly that - imaginary.
It's just another day that you exit the office. Perhaps through a different gate. Perhaps in a different mood. But the same scene as any other day. The only difference might be the route that you choose to take on the way back home.
As in the case of life, it's only your circle who is affected or interested.
All goes to show how closely a part of life can resemble life itself.
C'est la vie!
~K.
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There was this beautiful sher (couplet) in gujarati ... loosely the philosophy was that you are like a finger in the water of life... If the finger is removed (here it meant death) there isn't even a trace in the water that the finger ever was there.... It is sad but isn't life like that... even Gandhiji...
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