How does Time manage to flee so soon? So many days have already gone past the D-Day.
Now routine starts. But there's still the anticipation of new happenings, looking forward to beautiful days, getting used to a different life, adjusting to a new environment, new people, new lifestyle. I still think of the past still-cherished lifestyle, of the people left behind, of the times wrapped up in a small, faintly-scented muslin cloth. The memories come back suddenly when least expected and you are lost in the thoughts of those bygone days.
Life is strange. It always moves on!