User talk:Doddanna Akhila

Seeing people off I am not good at it. To do it well seems to me one of the most difficult things in the world, and probably seems so to you, too. To see a friend off from waterloo to Vauxhall were easy enough. But we are never called onto perform that small feat. It is only when a friend is going on a longish journey, and will be absent for a longish time, that we turn at the Railway Station. The dearer the Friend, and the more lamentably do we fail. Our failure is in exact ratio to the seriousness of the occasion, and to the depth of our feeling. In a room, or even on a door-step, we can make the farewell quite worthily. We can expread in our faces the genuine sorrow we feel. Not do words fail us. There is no awkwardness, no restraint, on either side. The thread of our intimacy has not been snapped. The leave -taking is an ideal one. Why not, then, leave the leave-taking at that? Always, departing friends implore us not to bother to come to the Railway Station next morning. Always, we are deaf to these entreaties, knowing them to be not quite sincere. The departing friends would think it very odd of us if we took them at their word.Besides,they really do want to us again. And that wish is heartily reciprocated.we duly turn up. And then, oh then, what a gulf yawns!we stretch our arms vainly across it. We have utterly lost touch. We have nothing at all to say.we gaze at each other as dumb animal gaze at human beings. We'making conversation' -and such conversation!we know that these are the friends from whom we parted avernight.they know that we have not altered. Yet,on the surface, everything is different :and the tension is such that we only long for the guard to blow his whistle and put an end to the farce. On a cold grey morning of last week I duly turned up at Euston, to see off an all friend who was starting for America. Overnight we had given him a farewell dinner, in which sadness was well mingle with festivity. Years probably would elapse before his return. Some of us might never see him again. Not ignoring the shadow of the future, we gaily celebrated the past.we were as thankful to have known our guest as we were grieved to lose him:and both these emotions were made evident. It was a perfect farewell. And now, here we were, stiff and self -conscious on the platform :and, framed in the window of the railway -carriage, was the face of our friend:but it was as the face of a stranger -A stranger anxious to please, an appealing stranger, an awkward stranger. 'Have you got everything'?asked one of us, breaking a silence.'Yes,everything' said our friend,with a pleasant nod.