"THE PROLOGUE"

                                                             ........where distances does not matter, and physical presence 
                                                                                                                 just becomes a myth................

And in that partially-smudged ‘royal-blue’ fountain pen ink , were written those words.....

“ Dear Ev,

Thanks  for your diary. We have known each other for over half an year now and since then have come pretty close to each other. You have been their in my highs and lows. And I have given you some of my extreme  emotions of life-highest highs and lowest lows. There were times when I took you for granted(“ just another girl next door). But times have changed. Situations have changed. People have changed. Our relationship has changed... some people raise the standard of friendship so high that it is hard to find another best friend. After Vivek, it was hard to find one.. after Umang, even harder. But after you, its not possible to have anyone else. Nothing can be greater than infinity, right! I’ve always asked you for favors  one after the another. You have never refused. You have given me your everything without asking anything for return. Ask me to do something for you. Let me be at your service for a change. I’ll be dying to fulfill your wish. I’ve made you cry at times. Though I never meant to. Your ever tear is more precious to me than you. And I am a miser. I don’t like losing my precious things. So promise me, you wont cry even for me. I’m not making any promises to myself, so I’m at liberty to do whatever I want. But you wont cry for any damn reason.

But look you yourself. Who are you to me? Merely a reason which pulls me back again and again to the tennis court. Merely a seat mate for whose company I’m still coming to college when no one does. Merely a pain killer who has helped me to survive the harsh environment of Kashmir. I’m still alive and kicking just because of you. Someone I cant see troubled at all. And I would beat the shit out out any damn person who says anything bad about you.

All these, anyone could have been, but no one ever was and no one ever will be. Still, you are no one to me. Who are you? A friend-not exactly.something beyond than that. Then, a best friend? No, they only share their voices, not their silence. So is it love? Nah!! I’ve rarely seen people in love talking to each other so openly with laughter dripping down their eyes. Then what? It’s something that the human race could never understand and so has no name for it. But does a relationship need a name to exist. I hope not. And we have reached so far into each other with full understanding, that it does not have any future. We can’t spend the rest of our life together. We have accepted this harsh truth as it is... but one thing is for sure.even if we marry someone else and have football teams and basketball teams, nothing is going to change between us. Our laughter will still be innocent without the shackles of society. We’ll still be together.

Finally, just thanks (informal one) for taking my rudeness and my criticism with the same love you took my smile, my friendship and my love.

May we never part our souls. No matter what.

Hell lots of love,

AHAN.........

(keep shining, even when I won’t be there to shine with you) ”

                                   To the one person, who taught me how to write......

                      To the one person who taught me how to breathe my life..........

 Who was he, or rather, ‘what’ was he? she never knew... he was different, the only one of his own kind......free like a bird, yet who loved challenging the wind.... stern but never arrogant....strong enough but gentle.....  Mysterious but never detached, his life was like an open book, yet with volumes unread.... silent, yet speaks volumes.....constrained, but by his own will...ignorant but never indifferent...crazy but the most  senselessly- sensible guy on planet...forgetful(very) but concerned(very)....mostly confused but never been so sure. He had the eyes that could speak any language. A smile that could vaporise any tears in it. The most cunning, innocent and naughtiest smile (all the same time), and the shabbiest hair.......

The first week of meeting  him, and she realised that she would lose him for a long time. She knew her life would change forever and that, they might  never be forever together. She had no claim over him. She didn’t want to miss him, even before she had met him. And so she wrote... Every single word. Preserving.treasuring.Every stolen second from the time.....a  desperate attempt of a girl to capture into words what could never even  be contained  in experience...and so she wrote....