“We can be friends,
right? If not anything else.” Garima spoke in a sad tone. She seriously wanted
to get into the life of this writer friend of mine.
“I am afraid I
cannot be friends with anyone anymore, Garima.” He replied with a sad smile as
he remembered someone.
“But why can’t you?
Friendship is much easier than anything else.” Garima answered in an irritating
tone.
He turned, looked
deep into her eyes and spoke, “Whoever says
Friendship is easy has obviously never had a true friend.”
Remembering of his best friend, a spark
lights up his eyes and he continues, “She was a great friend and I believe we
experienced one of the greatest friendships anyone would have ever experienced.
Now, when I look back at what friendship
means, it means her. And I know, I cannot be the same as before, as I was with
her and neither can anyone know me like she did. That feeling was way beyond
words.”
He lit up his Marlboro and was getting
up to leave when Garima asked a question in her kiddish tone which warmed up
his heart, “What if she would have still been here?”
He smiled as tears filled up his eyes,
“You know I have started to find a certain level of happiness in knowing that I
am sad. I am just contented that I still fill something, Garima. And this feeling
scares me, haunts my heart, my mind and robs me off my peace. If she would have
been here, this feeling would not have been here.”
And he walked away, leaving Garima
wondering about the intensity, truthfulness and that feeling of the friendship
he was talking about.
She fell in love with him, again.
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