I have always believed that happiness is directly related to the number of things a person has to look forward to. They may be simple things like catching up on lost sleep over the weekend or mentally irking things like getting no dues from every department in Aricent. Either ways, these things act like distant nondescript sign boards on the highway of life. Sometimes they may be ordinary snippets having no information and sometimes they'll be valuable for your journey, but either ways, their anticipation, is what makes the entire journey endurable. It's fun to watch these distant objects grow, as you approach, into interesting forms and then watch them as you pass them by, sometimes happier, sometimes aggrieved, but amused nonetheless. And then you spot the next one!
For the past 2 months all anticipation, all 'looking forward' to was about parting ways with Aricent. And now that the time had come I felt I was grossly unprepared. Standing in plot 31, taking the elevator down, I realized how much a part of myself I was leaving behind. It was comprehension of the fact that though it had always been my choice to part ways, the option did not belong to me anymore. Aricent had let go of me too. Life henceforth might be equally good or worse or better but it would never be the same...
