For one of my old friend, whom I lost with time :(

I don’t know, why I still remember her even after 17 years. Perhaps the reason being certain similarties between us, the one I like most was we both loved competitions. We both were good students. She was fair white with brown hairs and light brown eyes, like many other muslim girls. We were friends from the first day of our so called school life, she accompany me in my rickshaw. I remember, how i eagerly curious to know whether she was going school or not since the time rickshaw started from my house and the journey between my house and hers was accompanied by so many assumptions and corollaries, and there were unsaid and unexpressable happiness I had on my face when I realised she was coming. It was her mother who came with her to drop her to rickshaw. I remember how her sparking eyes searched her mother as rickshaw moves on.

My Mother used to tell me not to share my water bottle with anybody, but it was she with whom i never fear to share anything. We had been distributed pencils when the day started, but I always brought with me the pencil that my Father once bought for me from Dehradun, while he had gone for some Bank training and I usually gave that pencil to her, so that she shoul be happy. We used to sit together and I never liked when somebody else sitted with her. We usually fought on the stupid topics like if Ghosts exist or not..?, I used to tell her Stories of ghosts, that were created by my Brother to take an undue advantage of me, I remember how my brother asked me to do some task and said if i refused to do so, he would ask his Ghost friend to bite me and I usually told her that my brother had a Ghost friend, but she always told me that her Abbu said there was nothing like ghosts in this world, and then we fought. I once been to her home when it was her birthday, She came with her Elder sister at my home for invitation and then how my mother refuse to send me their because of muslim locality, but my 2 hours long weeping finally won over my mother and I was dropped and picked by my brother.

I don’t know how I still remember all theses things, and why I remembering her after such a long time. Her face was like a dream but still I believe I shall recognise her if she come in front of me. We studied 3 years together and then my Father being promoted and transferred to Farrukhabad, I don’t remember last time I saw her, perhaps that was on the Parents Teachers meeting when we had been distributed our Report Cards, but i never realised on that day that after 17 years I would miss her and write a post for her. That’s life we never know how easily persons come and go leaving their footprints on our heart, Though sometimes they go but we still feel them around us in the fragrance of air and warmth of sunrays. My Old friend I miss you 🙂