Baba was always transferred from one state to another so I never got a chance to make any friends who understood me completely. Almost every academic year, I had to go through the process of making new temporary friends and adjusting to the new environment.
I know, change is an inevitable process but I needed friends who would stand by me forever.
Forever and ever
But there was this one thing that was permanent, that didn’t change. The yearly visits to my granny’s place during my vacations. I spent all my vacations there. I liked being there, for there was somebody special, just next door. Priyanka, our neighbour was the most endearing person I have met in my whole life.
She was beautiful. Not just because she looked pretty but also because her soul was pure. She was around my age. Her smile always reminded me of the good things in life. I would always greet her with a present and she would do the same. I would always wonder about the serenity of our friendship.
That binding thread
We were not always there for each other and neither did we share all our happy times together.. yet we were connected. Connected by some unbound thread.
To me, she always seemed to be happy. But the good times had to end.. she was under medication. There was something that killed her slowly, I can recall the fading smile on her face. Slowly, she was dying.. and soon, she was gone. How I wish I had been with her during those painful days? I am going to miss her but I am happy that she has been relieved from the pain that ate her sweet soul away. May her soul rest in peace.