Like the eel that returned to its mud

I've not met some people since 1999. Today, as i stepped into the spot i was that many years ago i felt nostalgia. Ten years of great working experience, the best pupils of my life, meeting great true friends, happened here.

This place built me in many ways. As i walked in and met old faces, their jaw dropping with,

 "wow, great to see you like this!"

Is a moment i can hold and remember as something good. 

Meeting them, saying hi! And bye! was all there was to it. I walked towards my next appointment. 

It was a great feeling walking down Paul street. Pausing to see St Paul and striking a quick cross. Habitual!

Upon completion i drove around this city. Stopping at memorable places. Jayan's designated spot.

 My house, which looked quite alien and unfriendly. I stood looking and apologized to it. I'm going to let go of you. I'm sorry that we never got to stay here. Never had the opportunity to utilise this as a home. It has always been home to different group of people at different times. Non committal, no permanent occupancy. Somehow the house reflected its depressive mode in many ways. 

Driving here gave a relaxed wavelength. Traffic was predictable. People seemed calmer than the people of the city centre. Nobody was rushing. Time seemed to have paused from its usual crazy pace.

Finding a spot to park proved quite a challenge though. Finally, having found a car wash, I left the car there for a well deserved wash and walked towards my clinic. 

Having lived almost 49 years, feeling not too good doesn't really cause an alarm. Quey Sera Sera! Whatever will be, will be! Is the current acceptance.

 There's no more visions, missions or mottos. It's a matter of bulldozing through everyday. Doing the best in each individual incident. I attempt it as each case. One accomplished case is an indication to move to the next. Then next, next, next.

At times i wonder where i have gone to. The i from the 80s, 90s, the millennium, then the 2010-2014! I was a different person at each phase. Only one thing would have been similar. The chatterbox me!

Now, Gone! I no longer talk to many people. Selective conversation. 

I prefer to write. Everything and anything that goes within me.

If there's something I'd like to do i just go ahead and do it. No pausing for opinions or approvals. Consequences, achievements and conclusions are mine to hold. There's no question of loss or gain as everything is solely my decision. 

Meeting the doctor, doing the tests, chatting about the changes in our lives for the past 30 years was refreshing. 

There doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong with me. In fact I'm far healthier than the most average 30s. The tests would reveal any other discrepancies.

Throwing all those issues aside i left. The return trip was uneventful watching traffic flow in the PLUS highway. Except for one overturned car at the roadside traffic was as how it should be on a weekday.

Listening to songs, I drove back feeling content and realized I'm finally driving long distance alone, again. 140kms is a good start.