TIME: Between a Hi and a Goodbye

                          TIME: Between a Hi and a Goodbye

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It was one of those days—quiet, reflective, and somewhat blank. You sit, fingers poised above the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike, but your mind feels like a paused clock. Ideas that once flowed freely now seem to have taken a long vacation.

And when that happens, there's only one place I turn to: my archive of old thoughts, scribbles, half-written poems, and emotional outbursts frozen in words. On this particular day, I found something special—something I wrote back in 2013.

It was raw, hesitant, and deeply personal. At that time, I was unsure whether to even share it. The introvert in me whispered, “Why risk the judgment?” The perfectionist in me muttered, “It’s not good enough.” And the self-doubter asked, “Who’ll even read this?”

But another voice—one that has grown louder over the years—answered, “Why not?”

If someone reads it and smiles, isn’t that worth it?
If someone sees their own reflection in my words, haven’t I connected?
If I am not here one day, and these words remain, won’t they keep me alive in a way?

So here it is. The poem I wrote on an ordinary workday in 2013, when I dared to be different for a moment:

TIME

TIME to say HI
TIME to say GOODBYE
TIME we live in between HI to BYE
is just a TIME… that goes like a blink of an EYE.

TIME we came to the earth,
Till the TIME we stand by our own,
TIME we stand to walk, till we run full grown.

TIME we cross teenage to reach Adulthood,
TIME we grow, still searching for “what is good?”

TIME we pause and think…
“What have I achieved?”
“What have I made?”
“What should I have done?”

TIME and AGAIN, the “WHAT I” questions return...
And by the TIME “WHAT I” finds answers,
TIME whispers — “Your TIME is up… Please pack, and move on.”

GOODBYE...

TIME moves on.
TIME moves on...
But the “I”… is gone.

The Meaning Behind the Poem

At first glance, you may ask — Why so much about TIME? Why so repetitive? What is this really about?

Let me explain.

This poem is a metaphor for life. A life that begins with a simple “Hi” — the cry of a newborn. It then travels through milestones: walking, talking, playing, learning, failing, winning, loving, grieving… until one day, it ends with a “Goodbye.”

Everything we experience — childhood innocence, teenage rebellion, adult responsibilities — it all happens in the short blink that is life. Think of it: in the cosmic calendar, our entire life is less than a heartbeat. So what truly matters?

Not money. Not medals. Not promotions.
But memories. And moments. And meaning.

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“What Have I Done?” — A Story from the Mirror

Let me tell you a story that brings this thought home.

There was an elderly man named Murthy. He lived alone in a quiet house filled with old photographs and unsaid words. One day, a curious neighborhood boy visited him.

“Uncle, what do you do the whole day?” the boy asked.

Murthy smiled. “I talk to time.”

The boy frowned. “Huh?”

Murthy walked to a shelf and picked up an old black-and-white photo.

“This,” he said, “is me when I graduated top of my class.”

He then pointed to another. “This was when I met the love of my life. We danced in the rain that day.”

Photo after photo, he described memories — some joyful, some painful, but all real.

The boy, still confused, asked, “So you don’t feel bored? Living alone?”

Murthy looked at the clock and replied, “I’ve lived so much that now, I just sit and remember. That’s enough.”

The boy didn’t understand it fully then, but years later, when he stood at Murthy’s empty house after his passing, he whispered, “Now I get it.”

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What Is the “What I” Moment?

We all, at some point, confront that silent self-inquiry:

• What have I achieved?

• What legacy will I leave behind?

• What did I miss chasing things that didn’t matter?

And the irony is, many find answers when time is no longer a luxury. When youth fades. When ambition dims. When silence is no longer peaceful but deafening.

We run behind goals, fame, promotions, and numbers. But in the end, all we truly leave behind is a story.

Your story is your "What I" moment.

So write it well.

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Everyone’s Timeline Is Different

Some people achieve greatness at 21. Others bloom at 60. Some support from behind the curtain. Some shine in the spotlight. But no role is smaller than the other.

Think of a movie. The hero may steal the screen, but it’s the supporting cast, the crew, the writer, the editor — all working in tandem — who make the story meaningful.

That’s life. You may not always be the star, but your part is vital.

Even if you only light one lamp in someone’s darkness, you’ve mattered.

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Why I Finally Shared This

Back in 2013, I never imagined that I would write blogs or tell stories. I had doubts about my English. I worried if people would laugh at my thoughts. I feared that I’d be labeled too emotional or too abstract.

But over the years, I realized: words are not for validation, they are for expression.

One blog may not change the world.
But it might change someone's world.

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TIME… and Legacy

Someday, I may not be here. That’s just reality.
But if someone reads these blogs years later, and smiles — that’s my legacy.
If someone says, “This reminded me of my childhood,” — I’ve succeeded.
If someone wipes a tear or bursts into laughter — I’ve lived, truly.

Your digital words might outlive your physical presence.

So write. Share. Express. Speak.
Because Time is listening.

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Final Thoughts: Your TIME Is Now

If you're reading this today, pause for a moment.

Look at your life.

Ask yourself: What have I done that truly mattered?

Don't wait for the perfect time to start something. There's no such thing.
Start with broken words. Hesitant steps. Unpolished emotions.
Start anyway.

Because someday, your “Hi” will meet its “Goodbye.”
And in between, make it count.

Let your memories outlive you.
Let your moments become someone else’s meaning.
Let your TIME… be remembered.

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