I sat in the back of the bus, and looked outside, with my heart in my mouth. Can't believe this is happening. We are actually leaving Renukoot, beautiful, clean, modern, Renukoot, with all my friends from the time I was born.
But at the same time, there's a sense of excitement - as I've come to understand myself better with age - I love change!
So I tried my best to muster in a sense of deep sorrow and tried to cry.
Sigh! I suck at acting.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walking down the sloping road from inside the Administrative Colony, past the guards at the main gate, then onto the Main Road, as he approached the bus.
"Did you drive the car safely?"
"Yes".
"And give the keys to Mitra uncle?"
"Haan papaji".
"Get in."
With that, D. Raj Shekhar and D. M. Rao, joined my mom and Raghu, and the bus started moving.
D. Murali Krishna kept looking back until we passed the Murdhwa Temple, and for a few kilometers past. Soon, there was no difference between the landscape on all sides of the bus.
So I let myself let go of my past, and looked excitedly towards the future, this time with the sense of adventure of moving into a big city and exploring another part of India.
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