FOREVER A-PART....

DISCLAIMER ----------------------------------------------------------->

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“Woh raah bhi saath chale the, socha tha saath bhi taa umra hoga…
Woh bichad bhi yun gaye, k raah bhi na mit saki aur phir raaste bhi na kat sake…”

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“Okay fine, I lose, Mr. Writer. Don’t tell me the truth behind those stories of yours; I’ll make sure I get to know them, one day.” Garima screamed in her irritating yet sweet voice over the phone. It was one of our usual late night chat sessions and as always I irritated her on her favorite topic. She was always too curious about the truth behind those short stories of mine and I always used to stay shut on this topic.

“That day is never coming, my friend.” I replied to her. It provided me sheer pleasure to have someone who is so interested behind the truth and fiction of my short stories.

“But still I’d love to read something, something exclusively for me. Something which is like your hidden story or something you’ll never publish.” She responded.

“Ahaa, and why would I do that? What do I get in return?” I cheekily said.

“Hehe! Rightly said – All men are dogs.” She chuckled.

“Naah, dogs are much luckier than us. If you know what I mean.”  I played along.

“You’re so cheap. Tell me, what do you want?”

“Ha-ha, don’t worry. I am not that much of a nympho. Before I tell you this story, I want you to promise me that you won’t inquire about this story much. Neither about the truth behind it nor about the fiction. Neither about the consequences nor about the characters. Okay?”

“Um, okay. I agree. As if I have any option. Huh!” She sounded a bit offended.

“Don’t worry; you’ll understand why I said that. To be brief, this story has no start, no reasons, and no end.” I tried to justify.

“Fine! Mail it to me and let me decide.” She accepted and was back to being a sweetheart like always.

We chatted till the wee hours of the morning and before dozing off she reminded me to mail her the story. Before keeping the phone down I told her something about the story.

“You know, I’ll send you a couple of pages of two idiots’ diaries. I have never understood them but just to provide you a prologue to the story, I’d like to say that it’s an amazing feeling to experience such friendships. To be able to share those literal heartaches, share those butterflies in the stomach, to experience the needlessness of thinking about anything, being your true self and being loved that way and just have some sheer awesome fun. Friendship, sometimes act as the force that guides our lives and motivates our lives to an extent love never can. It’s much more beautiful than the youthful fancies.
Not friends, not enemies, not even acquaintances…All these two will ever be are familiar strangers with some of the most beautiful memories of their lives. He would always remember the ease and comfort she provided him and she would always remember the support he was to her. Their connection was magical which can’t be expressed in words. She would always curse himself, her life and her god for snatching from her the only best friend she had and I guess, he would do the same. What they would never understand is the reason why they departed and that pain, I guess shall pinch them both, a lot. A lot more than I can ever imagine. God bless them both!

The last time I met Vineet, all I remember about him is that his demeanour 

screamed – STAY AWAY!

The last time I met Neha, all I remember about her is that she had matured and grown up – the ugly way.

So, make the most of your time and tell your loved ones you love them just before it’s too late.”

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Neha’s Diary:

To my best friend and the person who has understood me the best. To the sweetheart that you've always been to me. I miss sharing every minute detail of my life with you. No one will ever be able to replace you. Trust me; life is an awful ugly place not to have a best friend. I can never express in words how much I fucking miss you.

I miss my friend…

The moments rush by in the blink of an eye…

The times spent with you are never gonna die…

It hurts; it kills not to be with you…

I hope you realize someone here is waiting for you…

We might have said goodbye, but our friendship is never gonna end…

I love you; I miss you, my only best friend…

Those times spent with you still make me smile…

The fights shared with you, I am going down the memory aisle…

My school life, I remember, I just can’t imagine without you…

 I thought we’d never fall apart, I never thought we’d screw…

I want those times back; I never meant to offend…

I realize it now, I miss you my friend…


Talking to you was my day’s necessity…

The way you understood me, no one ever did…

This pain inside has got no remedy…

You were the mature one, I was the kid…

I can’t express what I feel in this heart; this emptiness can’t be penned…

Please come back, I really need my friend…

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Vineet’s Diary:

Date: …forever…

Sometimes, things fall apart for no reason and deep down our hearts we know they are never gonna be like before no matter how hard we want it to be. Maybe it’s the sea of unspoken words that separates the two or maybe, their part in each other’s life is over. You know what is the worst feeling in this fucking whole world? It’s knowing that you did the best you could and all that wasn't good enough. 

It was really hard for me to walk away. But even harder when you dint even bother to try and stop me.

Jab bhi inn raaton mein tanha akela rota hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho...
Jab bhi kisi se bin baat kiye yun sota hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho

Jab bhi koi pyaar se dekhta hai...
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab bhi koi yun hi alvida kehta hai…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…

Jab bhi koi mere gusse ko na sehta hai…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab bhi koi aankh se aansu behta hai…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…

Jab bhi koi dosti ka qissa sunaata hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab kuch kehte kehte chup ho jata hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…

Jab bhi akele zindagi ki inn raahon pe chalta hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab bhi koi nayi kavita likhta hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…

Jab kabhi wo yaadein dil ko sehlaati hain…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab patthar dil ye duniya kehti hai…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…

Jab kabhi hamari tasveerein padhta hun…
Toh tum yaad aate ho…
Jab bhi khud mein khoya rehta hun...

Toh tum yaad aate ho...

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