At the blink of an eye, a lifetime once lived becomes a faint memory of things that had been, would’ve been or could have been.

I’d like to share my memories, to say how I have changed, to recall the moments I shared with friends, and talk of the students who had achieved so much, I’d like to say what it’s like to live and work in India, I’d say how it felt to be culturally and socially isolated, I’d like to talk of my escapades and travels to strange lands, the pain and the hardships, the love and joy.

I’d like to say so many things, but I am incapable…

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

Sonnet XXX -William Shakespeare