The Gnome: I want to tell you a story 'Bout a little man if I can

A soul leaves this town;

leaves the dust, sunshine, traffic, Princeton, home, familiar faces of this old place.

A soul desperate in love leaves the dusty streets of Kolkata to run away from his infidel lover.

Perhaps this was ineluctable or maybe flexible.

Infidelity: we sometimes choose to be a moth into the fire; we choose to be liars.
It was destined. Perhaps.