On this long road that I am walking, I have met a lot of people. Walked along with them for a while and then proceeded on my journey. Sometimes, I have also sat at the roadside tea shop and spoken to them at great lengths and have taken leave of them when it was time to go. But somewhere on this road of mine came along from nowhere a messiah of happiness. I have walked this road holding his hands since then. This road is not new to me, this road is something i paved for myself. A road that I want to walk. But this messiah, was a surprise of sorts. He appeared from nowhere and now when it is time to go, I realise that it is difficult to let go.

To let go of a hand that always said - it will be fine dear, this will pass too. A hand that showed me happiness; a hand that meant trust. A hand that said - I am always there.

I know I have to let go and walk the rest of the road myself, I know I can. And I know, when I meet him again, when our paths cross, nothing would have changed.