The empty room

by - August 03, 2020

So it was Rakshabandhan today and I was sitting in my room alone, looking at Whatsapp status of everyone in my contact list tapping on the screen and then suddenly, stopped at one of those. Everything froze for a moment except my mind. It suddenly went into a flashback remembering every single detail of those beautiful moments that had passed away a long time ago.

Actually, it was my friend's status. One from my school time. The class of 9th to 12th. The golden period of school life. Beautiful days, very beautiful. Except for the part of completing assignments, huhh.. Too tiring it was you know making files and all, writing hundreds of pages, making acknowledgement pages, covering files with coloured sheets and getting them ready to get stamped :D. Those days :). You know what else we made apart from those files and projects ? C'mon ! it's an easy guess. Apart from all those academic stuff, we made memories, some really really beautiful ones. Those memories that can never be wiped out with any of the forces of universe. Those strong beautiful memories.
So yes, where was I ? Yes, my friend's Whatsapp status. She was celebrating Rakshabandhan with my best friend forever(not much forever guess 😅). Actually we all were a group in our school time and he used to be my best friend, and that guy was much more like a brother to me. I had never been so much of best friend with someone than I was with him and I have never been since the day he left, the day we knew we had differences. At the end Life is life. Who is meant to stay, stays and those meant to leave, leave without letting you know, but you realise their absence.
Some people when leave, create a void inside us. An empty space that can never be filled by anyone else. No matter who will come in your life after that or how much special he or she would be, that room inside you, will remain empty forever, with walls painted with memories.
What else can you do ? Just stare at those walls and remember every beautiful moment you had spent in that particular space you created with someone. Having a smile on your face, you walk out of that room, close the door, lock it and return back to work. Maybe you will visit that room again one day, just to remember how beautiful it used to be. After all, that room belongs to your home :)
No matter what happened between us, no matter we talk or not, you will always be in the best part of my memories.
With Love,
An Old friend.
"Dedicated to everyone of you who has been a part of that beautiful journey."
 

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