The Various Colours of Nostalgia

The songs that are playing in my mind on 'repeat' mode are: 'Graduation Day (Friends Forever)' by Vitamin C; 'Time of Your Life' by Green Day; and 'Seasons in the Sun' by Westlife.

I just got back today from a surprise send-off party that my extremely thoughtful, sweet, and wonderful friends threw me. Such days make life seem so eventful, and truly worth living. For the past two weeks, there's only one thing that has gripped me so tight, and that is nostalgia! I didn't realize how emotionally attached I've become towards my friends, my college, and everything about the life I've had in Qatar over the last 10 months. I can't believe that I've grown to love the place, my college, which is almost like a small world in itself, with the nicest people (not too many meanies, really!!), and the pretty pink memories that I associate with this place. Along with my first step into this college, I carried a heart full of apprehension, and a pessimistic mind to go along with it.
I still remember the first week as being really long and drab, I was still a new student and facing the same run-of-the-mill problems that every new student faces. Most of the people around me knew one person or the other from high school or a workplace or through family connections. But, to me, this college was a whole new world, a transition of cultures, literally. But, during the span of these 10 months, so much has changed for me. I have a bunch of really amazing friends who would do anything for each other. It has taken me so much time to make these connections, and now, it's already time to leave this world of vibrant colours that was given to me all wrapped up in a golden basket. On the day of my last exam, I kept looking around at everything in the college, reminiscing and enjoying the last few moments of my time here. I tried catching glimpses of the buildings where I spent so many hours of my life- the classrooms, the computer labs, the library, the cafeteria, the lockers, the student services centre, the parking lots, the Optimistically speaking, I will be moving to an altogether new world in which I will face the same fears and apprehension, at the same time, I will close with my own hands a chapter in my life that I wrote with rainbow-coloured ink. Before I graduated from high school, I felt equally sentimental and nostalgic, but high school seems like a lifetime ago because of the magnitude of wonder that has been infused into my life by these seemingly mere 10 months of my life in college. Moreover, it will be a totally different land that I'm moving to. More than anything else, it's the life I'm leaving behind that I'm concerned about at this point rather than my life ahead, although it was the other way around just a few months ago.
Time has this miraculously subtle way of healing us humans of all that saddens or wounds us. I'm sure it'll help me get over all my nostalgia, but somehow, I just find it so difficult to loosen the tightly sewn threads of my nostalgic sentiments towards everything that has touched my life. I find it all so amazing to think about how everything in this world is pre-ordained and destined to happen in a certain way, I just admire all of this so much, and my wonder towards all of these aspects of life and the world is just incessant.

But, if there's one thing I've learnt from life, it has to be that no matter what happens in your life, the Earth is not going to stop spinning on its axis, human cells will not stop dividing,....in short, you have to move on because no matter what, Time will move on, and so will the people around you. It may come as a surprise to you who's reading this, but you yourself might just have to give up, you can never hold your own against the powerful force called Time. Time will continue to be the silent witness to all the creation and destruction that goes on in all the spheres of conciousness in this cosmos.