22nd October 2014- 31st October 2014 
{Dedicated to Parthit Patel}



"I just realized how important you are!" and that's when I started writing for  you. I know you are not such a reader, but this is the best that I can give you, prior to your leave to Pune. Try to read them if you can. So why is this necessary, writing for you? Because the thought that you are leaving and I would never or say rarely see you again is horrendous. I wont again talk about your leave. So to be honest now, I am not the guy who would live the remaining days with joy, I cannot be happy. By now I must have imagined how everything related to your leave will work out.


And do you want to see how dumb I am? Then just read the last paragraph again. I don't remember that I ever wrote to you or you ever kept anything safe. On that point, these are pages, try not to burn them my friend! So, how it all started? Lets rewind a bit, the first time we met was in the 5th grade, you were as usual the coolest guy of the class and I was just another guy.You were the prefect and would always run here and there with some job. Everybody knew who Parthit Patel was! And I was negatively famous. You were the good one and certainly I was the one who was bad. I accompanied Sushmita Ghosh in the corridors in every Math class. Not proudly though! So I admired you since 5th Grade. I knew nothing about you. A guy with frog eyes, porcupine hair and teeth that would fall off any minute; is how I defined you in my mind. But to the true facts, you were the famous one, who was liked by everyone, looked at, admired and I wanted all of that and I still want it, more and more, each day. So I had to find a good way and a right way to be eminent so in the 6th grade I became the Cleanliness prefect, kinda close I guess? But you know something, it helped.

I don't know if we were ever friends, we never sat together, never talked, never shared stuff. But when the time came, we met, destiny made it all possible. We never had common friends, common likes or dislikes or anything that can bring two people together. After 5th grade you went somewhere I had no clue about. And probably same was with me.

By the time I was in 6th grade, all I knew was that I just don't want to be any other guy or any other student of the school. I wanted people to know me and I had astonishingly realized that, "When you don't have anything. you just don't have anything." long back then I had no attention, no will, no pride, no attitude, no ego, not even a  reason to cry. I know something, but not everything about you and maybe that something is enough. With every grade passing by, I started building up my image, something that I always wanted, unlike others. This was the ugly phase of my life, I was enough spoiled to be distracted from my ever desired dream, but something kept me still, away from the dark. Later I took Sanskrit and met anshul, we made up a group and kept hold of  things. He always kept me on the good side. So through anshul I got to know you. Darshan was there in the class but I had no touch with him, he looked so evil! 

We were just known to each other. You came in the class every alternate day. I always felt quite low as compared to you, then! When I look back at these days, a time span from being nothing to something is certainly beautiful. It brings a smile on my face, that I have connected myself to people, people like you who are just too hard to not love. 

29th January 2016 

I am bewildered.

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