This feeling was not new for me although, the transition, to the completely new world, hopefully will not be as painful as my past experiences. I always wonder how one feels when he is dying. He doesn’t know at all where he will transit to. He only can feel that all that what he dream off, created, preserved and valued will no more be with him. This place is closed for him forever and he doesn’t have any idea to the new place he is landing to. He closes his eyes and the complete life, all his good and bad deeds rolls down. Now all his achievements in whatever respect is just meaningless. He thinks that someone loved me so much. How can they live without me or how can he, if he is going to a new place live without them. Whatever he thinks slowly the darkness covers him and he rests in peace. Sadness spreads in his kith and kin, tears pours out and slowly people get busy in the race of life again. Slowly life comes to normal. After all, nature’s law was not written with emotions.

What if someone know that they are going to die in few days? Suddenly his thinking toward life changes dramatically. He wants to live as much as he can. Pours out love for anyone he knows. Tries to be friendly and helpful all the time. Enjoys uncontrolled and ready to do brave things, ready to take risk and tries to make people around smile.

The long term assignments out of country and giving all the best to finish the assignment with completing all the stages halts one day. Not only this assignment with the project but there are undeclared assignments to understand the culture, living style, food, language to make the place comfortable for yourself so that forthcoming days becomes comfortable and happy.

All the day fighting to make the things right with project and try to make life happy after office by becoming one of them. With the time passes by the project picks up things starts moving and same time project of real life in new country also starts moving. Making new friends learning language, trying new dishes, exploring things and finding places to hang out with only thing in mind that we are going to stay for long time here.

Time speed is always faster then our imagination. Time flies and the day comes when you have to just leave. Cut off everything pack your bags and just leave. Move to completely different place with totally different people, food style, culture, language and work environment that is your own homeland. Lucky in the case that we know where we will transit to.
When the date of your transit closes, you try to make every moment left in your life here memorable. Talking and making friends with the people you never talk before, trying new things and giving all the good treat to the people around.

Walking inside airport forces you to look back at the long time spent there where each moment will soon be nothing mere then a dream. All the people, places, fun and all those things which left your brain cells vibrate whenever you think about it. Soon the flight will take off and you will be going far, far and so far that any time in future in normal circumstances you will never be able to get the same thing again. Death from one place and rebirth in a new place. rebirth may be the correct proverb I guess since in the new place you are totally different, different in the way you live your life, either in work place or outside work place.

After a month of scorching heat, dark clouds have covered the sky. Weather have created a beautiful scene outside. It became really tough for Chintu to concentrate on books. Only because of Mom’s fear he was trying to stare at the books.

In no time, rain drops started hitting the earth, providing a relief to earth from heat. The water started clogging. With the unstoppable rain Chintu also couldn’t stop himself. He took one old notebook and hiding from mom slipped outside the main door.

One by one he tears out the pages of notebook, makes a boat and leaves in water. Before one boat sinks, his another boat gets ready to ride the tides created by water drops. He was so much lost in enjoying the moment that he didn’t noticed when her mom came and stood behind her. It was hard blow on her cheeks nd notebook slipped out of his hand. He even didn’t lift his head to see his mom. Mom started shouting “ Because of this type of behavior you always place second in your class while your friend Babloo stands first. You should be shameful.” Mother caught Chintu’s ear and pulled her inside house. One by one all boat sank. The childhood sank.