Finally everything ended well. I took the flight back to Mumbai Sunday morning and reached home Sunday night. What were my feelings as I left Korea? There must have been a sense of achievement as I walked from SDI plant to SEC bus stand for the last time on Friday afternoon. There must have been a sense of satisfaction as I sent my last good-bye mail.

Surely there must have been nostalgia as I strolled in Namsangol, the most peaceful place in Seoul, for the last time. I remembered the time when I sat there several months ago on one of the rocks with some print-outs in my hand. I remembered the time I had seen traditional Korean dance during Choo Suk. My visit along with Adhip and Tarun. The frozen lake reminded me of something.

I wonder what were my feelings as I walked down the narrow lanes of Namdaemun market with Lalit, for last minute shopping on Saturday night. As I wished good-bye to the staff of Han Suites I must have felt a tinge of sadness. And as I travelled by the Subway, that I had fallen in love with, I don't know how much I thought I am going to miss it.

Because all nostalgia, sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and every other feeling were eclipsed by a feeling of incomparable fatigue. It will take some more time to realise and analyse all the happenings of last four weeks. I want to sleep well for once and get rid of all the tiredness. I hope the long leave will help me back to normal.