it seemed very strange to me today as i sat there. maybe it was a combination of the lake and the wind in my face, but as i sat in the gathering dusk i distinctly felt i was seeing a part of me that i was about to leave behind. it was almost as if i had a vision of this very evening, from a vantage point of several years down the line. im not quite sure if all of this makes any sense. infact im inclined to agree with aveek when he says that "lake er dhare elei sala shobai philosopher hoye jaye". but there was something. i dont quite know what it was. where would i be, where would all these friends be, where would the charm of this evening be tomorrow? it all sounds a little melodramatic now as i type in my room, but the feeling doesnt go away. someone had told me about this thing called a future memory where the present became a memory in itself. i guess that's what it is. as i sat there i could see the whole world before me with my hopes and big dreams. but all dreams come at a price. do i really want to take off from here and go away from all that i have come to know and love, or hate, during these past three years? moving away is not one of my forte and here i have a world which i have built, where i am acknowdged, for whatever it is worth as myself, no strings attached. yet i know i have to go. go somewhere i have never been before. that's a challenge, that's my dream. but then where does this evening go? where does this present go?