The Lost Friend..

    I, still remember the 1st week of june, 2004. The most happening week I can say. Everywhere there was a hustle, coz in 2nd week the schools were re-opening. Me, my friends, every school going child was busy with the back to school type shopping. I had four best buddies then, Nimmi, Nishu, Puttu n Rekha. We all lived n the same apartment, Nimmi n Nishu were siblings n my neighbour, while Puttu lived on the top floor of the apartment. Rekha was elder to us, while we were in 3rd or 4th std., n also shared the same floor with me, Nimmi n Nishu.

    While everyone of us were busy packing our school bags, Rekha n her family was packing there clothes and other household stuff. One of the afternoon that week, when we were hanging out at her place, she gave us the worst news of that tym. She said,"Hey friends, our family is shifting!!".

    There was pin drop silence. Everyone of us was freezed. No one uttered a word. Everyone of us was in a state of mental trauma, and it was justified by our small minds, loads of memories we shared and the emotional attachment we had. We kept quite for a long time looking at each other's stupid sad faces n watery eyes. All of a sudden, Nimmi cutting the fog of silence shouted,"But why??", she was about to cry but, tried her best to hold on her tears.

   
 Rekha's father lived abroad in Kenya for work. Here she lived with her mom n brother. Rekha too was in so much pain that, she answered Nimmi's question in her very sweet voice, but in a low tone.She said,"Dad bought us a new house". Me, Nishu n Puttu was still recovering the shock.

"But why not this flat?", Nimmi asked.

"I don't know, its all dad's decision... But i have heard that its in this town only. Don,t worry dear we will be still together, no one can break our group.", trying to freshen up the atmosphere, Rekha said.

"But won't be meeting, right???", Nimmi asked.

"Who said?? ofcourse you can come at any time yaar", Rekha answered.

Myself, Nishu n puttu were hearing all this without reacting as if we were in comma. We wanted to speak a lot but as soon as we open our mouth we must have definitely cried.So it was better to be quite that time.

    
    That week passed. We spent that week being together all the time. We played our stupid games, recollected old memories, gifted Rekha a miss you card as our memory and at the weekend she shifted. There was silence all over. We missed her like hell. We felt our group has been broken. One fine day after our school started Rekha came to meet us. We were on the cloud nine. She used to meet us regularly n we too did the same but, as the time passed, our contacts reduced, our responsibiliteis increased, one day came when we were out of reach to each other.

   
    Rekha n her family moved to Kenya later on. After that we never met her, we never heard her voice too.She was very far from us now but still we recall her memories, we still miss her. But she was lost in this BIG BIG world.

TODAY, we all are busy with our own life. Still, whenever we re-unite, there is always a dialogue one of us will deliver, "HEY, REKHA YAAD HAI.......", n we all become centi again.