He was telling me “it’s simple dude, go to a mall, look for a innocent girl, ask her to help you with hindi saying you don’t know, then the relation will grow automatically”, this was all a part of fun conversation we had two days back, today he surprised his son, who came back home from kindergarten, by hanging himself. Yes I was trying with my bloody English to say he is no more.
Whenever he says, “Dude, it’s not ‘I do have to’, ‘it’s ‘I have to’”, correcting my English, with patience as if telling it for the first time, though it was the twentieth time he was repeating it, with a fun in his tone to make sure he sound like a friend rather than a language expert or strong-head, I’ll feel like telling him how grateful I was to him. Which for some reason I’d never labored my tong to pronounce the feel.
Now it is pricking my heart that if I had told him what high esteem I had for him and how good I felt for him, it might have made him feel better at least by inch extra, stopping him from losing faith on his existence.
I wish he comes before me all in a sudden and laugh at me that he had played the wildest prank, making fun at me on this blog. But on wearing reality hat made of thorn, makes me realize that he will be no more around that I could tell him that, “Hey senior, just in a month time you had overwritten the relationship tag we had that said ‘teammate’ as ‘friends’”
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