Friday, April 23, 2010

I am a thread too slender, To suspend all this reality...

i still remember the very first day he walked into the class, into my life...
the tall, handsome guy... the tousled hair, the sheepish grin... the swift distinguished stride... yes, that was mithun...! my 'mithu' as i used call him, my best friend...
our friendship was something out of the world... something so special... something that i treasure even now....
the way we used to mouth things to each other during class... the way we used to rush outta the class during breaks so that we could talk... oh yes,we could talk!, forever and ever, about anything and everything that caught our attention... and when we talked it was as if no one else existed... that was me and mithu... but then words weren't necessary for us to speak... that was the kinda bond that we shared!
we used to be together all the time, classrooms, PET, library, labs, the walk home... it was always us! me and him... always... that's the way it was...
his occasional and unexpected visits home, something that i anxiously waited for... inspite of the fact that we were together almost all the time!
till date, i haven't shared a bond so special with anyone, like i did with him... and i can't help but admit that i miss him...
sometime, somewhere i screwed up... and he screwed up even more... and we both don't know what went wrong... the bond weakened... we drifted apart... and that was the end of a beautiful relationship... something so special... something outta the world...
and i still wish... if only, if only i could go back in time... maybe i could have set things right...



2 comments:

  1. u wish so . ?? Wat if i Grant u that time to get back to ur old friend. But only thing is that it takes time... m sure he'll get back to you someday... If i Hav the Confidence then Y Dnt u Hav that . ?? ;) ;) ;)

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  2. there are some things that are better of as they are. and this is one of those things. trying to set things right would only worsen it!

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