Strangers, traffic and the city lights, welcome me as I make a new start.
Weirdly enough, I feel like I’m home at last.
Away from the endless questions that I still don’t have answers to.
There’s something about this place, something special that sets it apart.
From all the other places that I’ve seen.
That have been part of my journey till now, yet led me to move on.
I casually admire some wall graffiti that adds life to the somewhat empty streets.
And I continue to stroll ahead.
Finally, I find the perfect spot and sit down.
Closing my eyes, I breathe slowly as my heart beats.
Taking out my diary, I begin to flip through each page, one by one.
Words begin to bleed.
I read all the unfinished stories that I once began to write.
Those about friendship, mystery and one-sided love.
Something seems to be missing.
I begin to wonder – Maybe I’ll find out what it is tonight.
I stare at the star-lit sky.
My belief gets stronger.
A few minutes later, I hear a mellow voice.
“Autograph please”- I turn around.
A young boy stands in front of me with a copy of my last book.
As I finish signing it, I silently watch him walk away and rejoice.
That’s when it strikes me –
My search is over.
It had given me a new reason – his happy face.
To keep searching for an end to all those half written tales.
Tales that were now ready to be told.
I begin to stroll once again, as I embrace this new place.
Strangers, traffic and the city lights, welcome me.
And, I feel like I’m home at last.
And, I feel like I’m home at last…..