The Mahapurush

I remember the time when "someone" whom I loved dearly wanted to leave the city forever. I wanted to stop her from all of my heart but ironically, I was the one who also prayed for her wish to get fulfilled. Even now when I think about that scenario, it gives me goose bumps. The act of letting go, especially whom you love is the hardest thing one has to do in his life. I’ve read and heard a lot about airport goodbyes to romanticize them. In India, railway station and bus terminal goodbye also happens. And recently something happened in front of my eyes. I stood at this bus terminal at the foothills of one of the most beautiful places I’ll ever visit. Smoking hills surrounding the bus terminal and early morning bird chirping made the place of Lord Buddha even more beautiful. And then, I saw the version of goodbye I’ll always remember. There were these two foreigners, a guy and a girl, cutely dressed. She was wearing a plain orange kurta with