Parting word, it is what most of us expect with curiosity. For out there, outside your homes with the smoking chimneys and the dusty rooms, it may not be pleasant but rather is makes you feel sublime. None cares for your parting off or your leaving as for them you are just the leaving rainy season. But, it is the summer that always comes, that dries even the eyes and the memories stay as the silhouetted fogs in the winters. Your grow old and the overcoat hangs beneath your knees dusting the trousers. Your stick is your mind and your experience is your soul. Those who surround, do not care whether you plucked the lotus out of the swamp or extracted sweetness out of the sour but they seek your words, your parting words for your life is the playhouse in the infinite forms. Feel what is beyond the touch, smell what surpasses the aura and see what hides the truth. Then, when you shall count your breathe, you shall speak grateful and my friend,
your smile of happiness and content shall be your parting word...!!

Awesome..!!! :)
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