reliving the past

My two years in Bombay are coming to an end.It remains for me as impersonal a city as it was two years ago. What for me defines Bombay?Bombay for me means so much i hold near to heart,yet it means nothing.Behind all the glitz and glamour and a "happening" life, essentially lie lonely hearts.As i look back, Bombay consists of a set of memories,vivid,so life like-yet doomed to fade away.As the days pass by I desperately try clutching to them-recreate them for one last time- before things,life and relations are altered forever.Im reminded of a friend asking-"why do all things we cant live without have to come to an end?"As soon as i started making bonds, it was time to move on.Its time to readjust and prepare yourself for your new life,new place,new friends.We all will form new support systems,people to move out with,watch movies with,go on walks with,go out for lunches and dinners with, the new will replace the old-as is the law and some will move on in life and some wont-or maybe they would.As of now moving on seems to me as incomprehensible and waiting for these memories when im alone fills me with dread but as they say-the show must go on.The things , the people and the life i had learnt to take for granted and learned not to live without has shaken me from my complacency and would soon be gone. The times are about to change, yet instead of looking ahead with a sparkle in my eye, i find myself looking back wistfully willing time to come to a standstill,wanting to recreate and relive all that which stood dear to me these two years for one last time.