For Your Birthday..........

Writing for someone you know is the most difficult task. Not because you don’t want to write but because you have so much to write. And especially about someone who has been so so close to you that once our common friend asked us to get married just because she wanted to see us together. Now that’s a different story which will find its own space sometime later. This letter is for someone very special, someone with a very unique occurrence. Someone whom you will miss forever. Someone for whom you will cry while she leaves. Someone…………………..

Friendship day passed and as usual nothing special, other then couple of mail exchanges, happened in my life. But as 22nd August is approaching I feel a great gush to write something for someone so unusual. Imagining the day one @UIET I can still figure out the gal with the red colored scarf walking down the pathway. Her body slivering the mist engulfing the road to the fluid mechanics lab. Once in the lab I wondered “Gosh!!!! Scarf??? Now that’s too much”. Ignoring her completely the 1st day was one big fluke. Who could have known that the same girl will become such a great friend? Now that’s providence. Who could have guessed no one neither I. Passing of the 1st semester happened with the declaration of the results. We three: me, Satyen and Sid, like the triode of DCH, were pretty much cheerful about the expected upshot. But “Kafur!!!” our cheerfulness blew out and there we were standing seeing the list and still analyzing it. 12, 13, 14 not our roll number but our rank in the class. Crap we said and look who has topped on all of us: The same girl with the scarf in the lab. The same girl who is destined to be my pal soon. Sid’s faced seemed familiar: Some what similar to the scarf, as red as the clouds on the canvas of the sky when 1st light of the sun touches the earth during the dawn. With this sadness our 1st term ended but the reflection of the girl with the red scarf over the road to the lab, moving the air around her with her mystique aura made the everlasting impression. If not for all, for three of us atleast that too because of different reasons. As I scribble this ‘thing’ I do can imagine the air around me taking her shape. The air full of happiness and liveliness. And gosh here you are sitting in front of me. So close yet so far. Want to grab you and say “hey please don’t go away!! I miss you and will miss you always!!!” but alas its just air. You can feel it but cannot own it.

To be very honest I really don’t know when I met you, what we talked, and how you became one of the more beautiful women in my life. And to be true I don’t want to know. Why should I be bothered about such things when I can just sit back and enjoy the reminiscences of the time I spent with you. Things were to happen that way and they happened. Moving around in same group and performing every practical together, well almost, the red scarf image slowly and slowly got faded losing its color and brightness day by day.

With endless encounters and incidents with her stored in my grey cells that I can write a whole book on it. From the sahai’s incident to endless gossiping sessions. To calling her baby elephant and teasing her every moment. I wish I can write…………

As things progressed from 2nd year to 3rd to 4th I never thought that at some moment of time I’ll feel so sad. The day someone close will move away. Still remember the morning some one was about to leave. The day was colored the same way as was her scarf the very 1st day. As if the nature too was saying good bye. With the advent of same red color in the sky the whole 4 years flashed in front of my eyes and I felt so much burdened with tons of things I always wanted to say to her. It may sound really cliché “but I always want her to be with me, somewhere close not far away so that I can always call her meet her and say hey motu you are still the same, loose some weight”. With the auto starting and about to leave, I really wanted to stop her hug her and say “you were the best buddy I ever had. Don’t leave us, stay for few moments.” I knew It wasn’t possible. The red and green thing started and with moist eyes I could only say two words “good bye, good bye adi. Will always love you and miss”. Okay more than two words but who cares.

On the 22nd of august an angel was born. The angel which was liked by everyone. Some times I envy her. How can a person have so many friends around her? I really wonder even if I am not around her will she miss me. Will she ever notice me in her vast ocean of friends? She is like the pope standing on the heights at the Vatican and we are like the crowd standing at the bottom. We can see her but she can not.

I really wish that I could find someone like her, if not her…… ooohhh she is simply perfect