Here without you!

captured

Seven months ago I met an ol’ friend! He being a shy-guy at school, we never uttered. Thereafter he grew up as my senior at college, and we got acquaintance of each other’s being! Having same taste in food and beverages’, we happen to share a common liking too! Later on he got graduated and moved to Pune for his job. Twas here that we bumped again, when I got posted to the same. We met after almost 2 and a half years and it felt like family! I don’t know the precise moment when our amity took shape back at college. But I do remember that rollick-some roll which cling us together; shopping whole heartily till our piggy banks cracked; hip hopping to all possible bistros and eateries in search of the yummiest food in town; flipping time at Barista in rating day-to-day’s singers, yesterday’s food and the future of our college tribes. Getting along after so long, one thing still stayed put was our complete kiddo nature. We continued our randomness by melting with icey creams at kulfi parlors and taking long moonlight strolls discussing our lives, waving pasts with a smile(no regrets), rejoicing present(staying smug) and dreaming of a long awaited future(hopes on)!

But as all is flux; nothing stays still. While we flattered ourselves that things remain the same, they were changing under our very eyes from day to day, from hour to hour.

In the haze of such exuberance, I soon realized that twas time for him to Quit, Pack and Move!

Though knowing the fact that he eventually will; I was pretty cool with the whole scenario mentally and prepared myself for the day! In no time the moment banged; the entire day went without an err. I didn’t lose my buoyancy until he left. Rite within an hr it sinked in me as the train vacated the station with a vacuity in my heart! The complete feeling lasted in a gloom!

As I come to the end of my rope, all I do is… tie a knot and hang on. It’s been past 8 days, and I’m still counting what I lost! Sometimes I just gawk at his name on my communicator, in anticipation it might blink; but soon realizing it will never go green! At other times I feel that he will be back, a li’l far though.. but yeah he will be! But in next to no time I find that its still hard to delude oneself.. more than ever when you know that some part of your memories is lost for sure, and also the same is over too by this entitled movement!

All m left these days is a wish that we will be back with the same spirit and with the same silliness someday, And a hope that the time shouldn’t put down a matured impact on us. :s

His mail read:

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“..How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,
The world forgetting, by the world forgot,
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.. “

Some memories are simply beautiful. Some are really special. And there are some moments that you really cherish for the rest of your life.
I am leaving with a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, there is the joy of stepping into a new phase of life and on the other; I will be leaving behind a lot of amazing friends and happy times.

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And he signed off!

A Feeling So Unknown..

This was during college times, that whenever I got het up of some monotonous dreary agitating lectures, I used to come out to hold myself down at this place, which was nothing more than a side lawn between two departmental blocks and it had a big parking lot on its third side.. and a handsome landscape in-between. Well the overall view was kind of okish.. But after spending almost 45 minutes (i.e. one Nirman period) every day for over 3 whole years.. I ended up writing this..

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that this breezy atmos is low & mild.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that even leaves swing while falling down..

and these gusty trees celebrate my presence.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that the mid-day sun smiles at me..

and I love to wander on these streets.

I don’t know what??

But something is there, that I can’t resist checking his very being..

and something magnetizes me towards the place over & over again.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that I always have a pretext for ‘um..

and I fancy the whole scenario phenomenally.

I don’t know what?

But something is essentially there,

That my eyes are so much acquainted by his sight, as whenever I pick up my pen to write, I discover him sitting right before me and inspiring me to write about him!