The boy sat staring out of the window, looking as the rain beat frantically and the bus sped on. He would have enjoyed the feeling very much if he did not have so much on his mind. Rain was falling in his heart as well. He did not know why he felt so down. His life was in a mess or so he felt. He wished the bus would never stop. Never reach its destination. He just wanted to sit there and look at the rain. If only time remained stationary. Even just for a moment. He did not want to get off yet. Did not want to wear a fake smile on his face or to pretend to be cheeful. That morning, he had sent her to work for what he thinks is the last time. He did not even know what he wants anymore. He felt fustrated. He did not really want to go back to the times when they were more than friends. No, it was hard work and slow and torturous. But he found that he could not remain normal friends as well. It was torturous too. He had realised it that morning. Fustrated, he continued looking out of the window, hating the reality of things. As if in tune with his feelings, a new song began playing on his mp3. It came slowly and soothingly and the lyrics lined up with his thoughts. Memories unfolded in his mind and flashbacks of the times they had together came slowly. He rembered with a smile on his face the time when they rode in the rain and stood hugging looking out to the sea in the middle of a downpour. He had caught a cold the next morning and laughed at the siliness of not even bringing an extra shirt, and went home shivering. He could still see the times they were selling ice cream together and throwing sarongs off the corridors. But it was all over now. Nothing Gold can stay. The bus was nearly reaching the end of its destination. He dreaded going for drama rehearsal. He will be practising hard without rest and he could not joke otherwise all the stuck up people he thought, would come down on him for trying to have a little fun. He wished it to be over and quick. God im sorry but even though im doing the things you want me to do and even acting, i enjoy it but sometimes i really cant help feeling this way. Every thing i do seems to be only surface. God please let me experience real purpose in life.


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.