Tears flowed out of eyes as I saw her for the last time. She sat there behind her father on the Activa. I couldn't believe it was the last time I would be seeing her. Who dreamt the two best friends for life would get separated? She was everything a friend could have. A telepathy link sure existed between us. When I needed a shoulder she lent me hers without me telling her. Whenever i needed to share a happy moment she was always present. How she knew about all these, could possibly never be explained. A brother to tease, a sister to fight, a parent to advice, she did everything she could.
At college, we weren't exactly what you called best friends forever. We too had the meanest of the fights. While I was the enthusiastic and sportive one, she stood in the corner watching everything carefully and not getting involved, but still getting noticed. She was the one with whom I could share the deepest of my darkest secrets. Just four years of sharing a classroom made us the bestest of friends. Sharing a burger due to lack of funds. Understanding each others necessity became our priority for quite a while. Our discussion over if Hogwarts were true still gets tears in my eyes. The long talks over the phone about Harry Potter, Edward Cullen and other things cannot be left behind so easily. Who else could understand if I said the guy across the escalator was cute and smart and was staring at me? A girl can understand one. No one else could. Sitting at our favorite place of our restaurant and having delicious burger and French fries was something that we called heaven and no one else could give that. Sulking over silly issues, complaining about little things, crying over something that was over are somethings we did. When two best friends got together, what are the possible things that could be done? Let me tell you, cutting vegetables to make noodles, watching Harry Potter while drinking orange squash, discussing about future, planning to open books from the starting of next semester blah blah blah...
When her visa got confirmed and she said she was leaving, I was happy for her, but a small part of my heart was trembling. Who would do all these things after her with me? My mind ran like a race mill searching for persons whom i could share my deepest of darkest secrets. Finally the day arrived when she had to leave. Her bags packed, her heart heavy, tears that never came out, but with the possibility of flowing out. She came out to bid me goodbye. We clutched each others hands tightly for the one last time. Her dad stood there looking at us. I crossed the road waiting in the bus stop for the last time from her home towards my home. She sat behind her dad on the Activa for the last minute shopping. As she passed me she moved me goodbye. Like in a typical Bollywood movie, we both were moving apart going far away from each other.
As I reached home I realized my heart was longing to be with her, my best friend who would be leaving. I sat on the couch thinking of our best moments together. I sat watching TV until 1. At 1.49 I spoke to her once for the last time. As soon as she truncated the call tears poured out of my eyes. I gave a quick glance at all my contacts in my list and realized i had no one to console me and no one to fill the gap and then i found me sitting still (which is quite impossible) and the world around me moving. I was left alone with just the memories to live with for another year or maybe until I found a new friend (which isn't quite a decent possibility).
So i dedicate this post to my best friend forever for making my life lively and colorful and being there for me when i required someone. I will miss her surely but I am happy for her wonderful future and the courageous decision she's taken. Fresh tears start pouring as i cling to her passport size photo that i managed to get hold. Tears that no one has been able to stop as of till now. That day for the first time I really sat still.
