The end.

The grandpa computer sitting on a tape. The dusty black chair crammed in a torrid corner.
The weak Internet connection. The chaotic desk.The notepad. The missing pen.
The murmuring. The howling. The titters.
The tring tring. The ting tong.
The chuckles.
The gossip. The bitching.
The laughter.
The work. The brain storming sessions.
The giggles.
The arguments. The disagreements.
The lunches. The post-lunch walks. The cackles.
The yelling. The tears. The resentment. The abusing. The frustration. The forgiveness.
The smiles. The jokes. The chutyapa.
The dreams. The hopes. The aspirations.
The sharing of successes and failures, happiness and sadness.
The boredom. The music. The conversations. The insanity. The creativity.
The place. The people. The love.The empathy. The compassion.

I will miss them all.

It's not the end of a journey. It's the end of an era.