Straight from my heart.

Waiting at a railway station, to bid farewell to your best friend, whom you may not meet again in the rest of your life -  well, that's an odd feeling. When i sat there waiting for the train to Indraprastha, i travelled four years back along the memory lane. I started recollecting all those good and bad memories. Let me tell you memories are very dangerous beings. I had a lot of good friends. She is one of them, perhaps the best among them. The first feature that I noticed when I saw her was her round, black, beautiful eyes.  I never in my life saw such captivating eyes. My fascination for her eyes turned into an obsession towards her. It was slowly becoming a kind of addiction and I was driven into the limits of insanity. Through the death’s veils it drove me closer and closer to the edge. I was close to devil, but it was the guardian angel, pushed me out of darkness, gave me air to breathe and water to drink. Spread her wings to shield me. Showed me the path towards light. Let me tell you I really enjoyed that detention. I just wanted to see ojos asi once more. Suddenly I was brought back to the senses, thanks to a railway announcement. I had to go to the next platform. Suddenly what to tell her became my matter of concern. I was always worried about my behavior, my unpredictable nature. I had hurt everyone, but it was she, who had suffered a lot more. I was walking along the platform, thinking thinking about the past, also the future, that what I had to tell her. Suddenly my phone rung, it was her calling me. I walked towards the compartment. She had taken a great risk in meeting me then as she was travelling with her cousin. Ithe train came to a halt and she came out. I stood before her not knowing what to utter. The two minutes passed like seconds, the train started to move. Shook her hands, looked into her eyes, watched her smile perhaps for the last time, thanking for the best days of my life that she had given me……… This was the best moment in my life and perhaps most melancholic. Now I had to live my life without no one else other than the almighty himself to support me knowing all my dirty little secrets. I had to get used to a life without it. Had to assent to the universal truth “life is not a bed of roses”.....