My personal 9/11
Once in a blue moon, one would wake up into a totally different world. For most, 11th September 2001 was one such day. Four planes off their usual course, three buildings struck, two cities in chaos and a world in total disarray. The moment the first plane struck, invariably, everything in this world no longer seems as before.
Today, 25th September 2005 was my personal 9/11. As we said our final goodbyes, reluctance and a wave of sadness overwhelmed me. With teary eyes, my heart dropped as she walked out of sight. When will I see her again?
Tomorrow morning, as I wake up, I know for sure that my world will no longer be the same as it was. But as night falls, I'll look out into the stars and I'll know that I can't be that far from her, as we're both looking on the same side of the moon.
Wherever you are girl, I miss you a lot and I can't wait to see you again.

