Some People Stay Like Seasons

Some people stay and leave you like a season 😇

Not to stay forever, but to change you just enough.

I was born in Indore, today, the cleanest city in India .but more than clean roads, it gave me clean beginnings.

I was a family girl. Protected. Loved. Rooted.

Then life slowly started shifting.

Growing up in a small city like Shajapur, I changed schools a few times. At that age, you don’t realise it, but every change quietly teaches you something. I learned early that friendship isn’t always constant.

Every time I changed a school, the faces changed.

Every time the city changed, people changed.

After 12th, another city.

Another version of me.

Old people left behind.

And slowly, the calls stopped.

People say they have many friends. I never had many. I always had new ones.

Graduation took me to a place called Manipal, full of noise, warmth, and togetherness. Twenty of us sitting at a food court, sharing food, stories, and dreams. Then twenty became ten. Ten became five. And by the final year, it was just two people and a home that felt temporary.

Again, people changed.

I was friends with everyone, yet no one was permanent.

Goodbyes were never easy for me. I’m emotional that way. Maybe it’s the Virgo in me, the one who gives too much, feels deeply, and loves honestly. Every time I changed a city, my dynamics changed. The bond changed. The comfort changed.

Today, I stand again in Indore.

Asking a question 🙋‍♀️

Every year, there’s one constant person I grow close to. One bond that feels grounding. But the only thing that changes is the touch, the distance, the routine, the everyday presence.

I’m not alone. I have friends. This is not a sad story.

This is a story of change.

Mumbai gave me experiences, people who stayed for two years, sometimes three. Friends for a season. We shared celebrations, parties, family moments, inside jokes, and late-night conversations. And then… it ended.

Not badly.

Just quietly.

A new face.

A new bond.

And then another goodbye.

As this year ends and I step into 2026, I realise, and asked will it happen again.

if I changed a city.

if I changed a place.

if I made new friends.

And some of them left.

Sometimes I wonder, is it just me?

Or is this what growing up looks like?

Maybe this is life, people coming, staying for a while, teaching you something, and moving on.

Maybe friendships aren’t meant to be held forever, just felt fully when they’re here.

Some people don’t stay.

But they leave behind versions of you

that wouldn’t exist without them.

And that, I think, is enough.

— Isha Unfiltered 🤍