Pixie dust.

Right now I'm sitting in a bus beside a dude watching Fury and headed out of a magical city called Bangalore in a country called India.

I entered this city last week and it has been nothing but memories and experiences which I won't forget for a long time(this coming from a forgetful person means a lot).

Every moment spent here was something to cherish, from the donuts I've had to the free stay(courtesy OYO Rooms) in amazing hotels. Each person I met was awesomeness in itself. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you could be in paradise and it wouldn't be fun if you didn't have people to enjoy it with.

Simple things like walking rounds in a park or pretending to be an ISIS recruit planning to blow up a girl's PG hostel become exponentially more fun. And that's something that makes you feel like you're on top of the world. And really, who doesn't wanna?

But after all the amazing things that have been experienced in this place, it had to come to an end. The magic show is over and the magician leaves the stage. The lights go off. The stage goes dark. The applause fades. And then there's just a void. A void that makes you feel like utter shit and brings forth tears from your eyes. And no matter how much you try to cheer the people around you, it just doesn't happen because you're hurting at the notion of losing them to the bitch called "Distance". AGAIN. And that just stings.

You might be saying something like "Don't get too attached to things, learn to let go"(points at Ivan Vanco) but things like that are easier said than done. And there's nothing you can do to help that. The balloon explodes and all the sadness gushes outwards and...that.

I might sound like a pussy. I might sound gay. And yes, my male ego is murdering me in brutally brutal ways for admitting to all this but this has to be said because I believe that every person has felt this at some point of time. And maybe sometimes you just need someone you can relate to. Maybe just say "Oh. I'm not the only one. That's not nice but I have company in the shit I'm in."

But then again, my friend told me something really worthwhile when I told her how I was feeling; she told me to think about what I gained. About the beautiful memories I created. About all the fun I had. About everything nice I experienced. And that's exactly what I'm doing right now. Thinking of all the food, laughs, jokes, sarcasm, hugs and most importantly, people.

A huge shout out to each everyone of you who made it in their schedules to meet me. And then there's the endless gratitude and love I can give the two people who made it out of their way to make my experience the best ever. You know who you two are. I will miss you guys like...a LOT. You two are the best.

With tears in my eyes but a smile on my face, here's a late not-so-happy post.
Raheel Haque. En route Mangalore from Bangalore. 22:37, 12 September, 2015.