,The last few months of College life had begun and it wasn't a very good feeling. Primarily because it was gonna be filled with a lot of studying and less of fun. And also because it was clearly the end of a long and arduous yet memorable journey.

I did feel the nostalgia. I cringed when I realised how hard it must be to leave this place. Medical college had given me a different persona and had shaped me into a different person. And with the multitude of people I had come to know, I only felt lost when I thought of how life would be after.

I did realise how much I had grown to love this place. I had probably blended in a bit too much and it was now hard to shake off the tangles and move on?
No!
That seems too harsh in some way.

I paused. Only for a moment but nevertheless a pause. A brief few seconds when nothing was Running in my mind. When I came back to my contorted line of thought , it seemed a bit clearer.

The journey of life is like a cross country race. Once you start you keep moving. You might meet a lot of people on the way, you might stop to take a break and sometimes even wonder why you started running. And sometimes try and justify the need to so do. And then you see others running past you, with you and behind you. You realise that everyone is on the same boat. And you keep going. You never stop until you reach that finish line. And among all the people you met on the way, some will stick around till the end. The rest are always there in the form of countless memories.

College life is probably ending. But the essence of life only becomes stronger....