And thus came the chapter to an end. A short question, an even shorter answer and a final, seemingly understanding "a-haan" is where it gradually came to a close. In one short conversation we had travelled so many miles apart than the many we had covered to come close through so many years. When it came, it was quite peaceful, there was no struggle, the mind had broken free long back, but the heart takes longer.
A search for the appropriate emotion to mark the occasion turns up almost nothing, other than maybe gratitude for having kept me barely alive through many a dark hour. There is nothing significant that tugs deep inside, what it felt like does not survive much other than as faded, blistered pictures in the mind. They too would disappear one day to leave behind an unimpressionable clean sheet bookmarked in time by a few dry and crumpled old flowers.