Something.

I was sad when the preceding batches had their farewell. Today, as the rays of the setting sun, peeped through the half closed window of the classroom, I realized it was my farewell.As I was sitting on the classroom floor,deep inside my mind I heard a note playing. There was a voice too. Melodious. I listened intently. Somebody was singing
                                                                 'All Things must pass
                                                                  All Things must pass away.....'
Exupery was right, when he said that when you understand a song, it begins to speak to you in a language, which no one else around you can hear or understand