This is a story of a sweet little friend of mine whom I don't have any contacts now. Still I remember him.... Dont know why!!!!
The friendship starts in a journey, to be very frank in a pilgrimage to Shirdi. Our train was from Chennai and our trip from Pondicherry to Chennai was really wonderful. We were in groups and I managed to be the leader of children gang as I being the second eldest and the chatterbox of the gang. Nandan, one of my favourites and my friend's brother was continuously talking about Vaibhav @ Vibhu all the way along his journey to the railway station. I was eager to see Vibhu who had to board train from Chennai and was Nandan's Cousin.
The story about him as per the words of Nandan was that he comes from a rich family. He being son of a rich dad was a spoiled brat and had appeared for his 10th exams some 3 times and miserably failed. His mom was a caterer and was working hard to make a fortune of her own.
The train started and I could see a tall lean boy in the side seat. He was wearing a specs and his eyes were telling that deep inside he is disturbed. Somehow, Some instinct made me feel very close to him. I tried talking to him but he was very shy that he wont even respond. Sometimes, I felt miserable and thought of not talking to him as I was feeling it very irritating to put up with his rudeness and shyness. There was something, but in him that attracted me to him and was moving very close to him. I felt wonderful to be with him. He replaced Nandan quickly and our one week stay made him also very close to me.
It was the last day at Shirdi and we had to start from Shirdi when he gifted me with a stunning earring, which ofcourse kindled envy of my friend Nandana, who was his cousin. That was the first gift which I was getting from a brother and was really moved. Although, I had been gifted several times by my friends.... somewhere it always had a hidden message of proposals flowing in. But this one was Special!!!! Truly Special!!!!
We kept in touch even after we returned. He continuously used to talk to me and I was so happy to be with him as an emotional support. His mom always said that my presence had changed him a lot and I felt he was giving me more than I deserved. Thats when I understood the real strength of Love... He passed his tenth and became School Second in XII th examination. I can still remember the day when my landline rang and he was so happy to tell about his success. I was slowly understanding the happiness in seeing our dear ones conquering.
He joined one of the best institutions for catering management in Chennai and I was also there for my MBA. His first dish was tasted by me. Although i dont remember the name of that French dish, I remember the way it was taken down for me.
I boarded my train from Nungambakkam to Chromepet and the Mambalam station was in the middle of these station. He called me and I was forcefully made to get down at Mambalam and taste the fantastic dish and was sent again in the next train. I was relishing the relation rather than the taste of the dish.
His college days were hectic and I also became busy with my work and days went .... I somehow lost the track of him meanwhile. One day, I sent him a mail and he was there to see me at Royapettah. We had icecreams together. I mean to say he gifted me Arun icecream... Haha... I am not an Icecream lover. But that Icecream was so dear. We exchanged calls now and then. However, that closeness was slowly diminishing. My marriage put an end to that friendship.
One day his mom called me and was complaining that he is again getting spoiled. I spoke to him and he promised me to get in track.... After that, I never heard from his mother. I just got a message from him in my facebook inbox after one year that his mom has left him and everyone of us. I was so helpless. I could only cry and was also unable to make him call and pacify him as I was not having his number. This was the time when I really had to be with him. He was all alone. I replied back asking for his number. After a month or so, he replied back and I gave him a call. His friends whom his mother considered useless and spoiling him was there with him when he really wanted them. I was not there...... His mother relied on me. ......
There are some relationships which we conquer and value a lot still dont maintain and feel for it. He was a real brother and so close. He even quarelled for me with his dear ones but in the middle we lost track. Its not because of the absence of love and affection. Its because of laziness or poor maintenance.
Even after that we lost contacts and today I have sent him a mail again asking for number. Hope this time, it doesnt end...... or break............
The friendship starts in a journey, to be very frank in a pilgrimage to Shirdi. Our train was from Chennai and our trip from Pondicherry to Chennai was really wonderful. We were in groups and I managed to be the leader of children gang as I being the second eldest and the chatterbox of the gang. Nandan, one of my favourites and my friend's brother was continuously talking about Vaibhav @ Vibhu all the way along his journey to the railway station. I was eager to see Vibhu who had to board train from Chennai and was Nandan's Cousin.
The story about him as per the words of Nandan was that he comes from a rich family. He being son of a rich dad was a spoiled brat and had appeared for his 10th exams some 3 times and miserably failed. His mom was a caterer and was working hard to make a fortune of her own.
The train started and I could see a tall lean boy in the side seat. He was wearing a specs and his eyes were telling that deep inside he is disturbed. Somehow, Some instinct made me feel very close to him. I tried talking to him but he was very shy that he wont even respond. Sometimes, I felt miserable and thought of not talking to him as I was feeling it very irritating to put up with his rudeness and shyness. There was something, but in him that attracted me to him and was moving very close to him. I felt wonderful to be with him. He replaced Nandan quickly and our one week stay made him also very close to me.
It was the last day at Shirdi and we had to start from Shirdi when he gifted me with a stunning earring, which ofcourse kindled envy of my friend Nandana, who was his cousin. That was the first gift which I was getting from a brother and was really moved. Although, I had been gifted several times by my friends.... somewhere it always had a hidden message of proposals flowing in. But this one was Special!!!! Truly Special!!!!
We kept in touch even after we returned. He continuously used to talk to me and I was so happy to be with him as an emotional support. His mom always said that my presence had changed him a lot and I felt he was giving me more than I deserved. Thats when I understood the real strength of Love... He passed his tenth and became School Second in XII th examination. I can still remember the day when my landline rang and he was so happy to tell about his success. I was slowly understanding the happiness in seeing our dear ones conquering.
He joined one of the best institutions for catering management in Chennai and I was also there for my MBA. His first dish was tasted by me. Although i dont remember the name of that French dish, I remember the way it was taken down for me.
I boarded my train from Nungambakkam to Chromepet and the Mambalam station was in the middle of these station. He called me and I was forcefully made to get down at Mambalam and taste the fantastic dish and was sent again in the next train. I was relishing the relation rather than the taste of the dish.
His college days were hectic and I also became busy with my work and days went .... I somehow lost the track of him meanwhile. One day, I sent him a mail and he was there to see me at Royapettah. We had icecreams together. I mean to say he gifted me Arun icecream... Haha... I am not an Icecream lover. But that Icecream was so dear. We exchanged calls now and then. However, that closeness was slowly diminishing. My marriage put an end to that friendship.
One day his mom called me and was complaining that he is again getting spoiled. I spoke to him and he promised me to get in track.... After that, I never heard from his mother. I just got a message from him in my facebook inbox after one year that his mom has left him and everyone of us. I was so helpless. I could only cry and was also unable to make him call and pacify him as I was not having his number. This was the time when I really had to be with him. He was all alone. I replied back asking for his number. After a month or so, he replied back and I gave him a call. His friends whom his mother considered useless and spoiling him was there with him when he really wanted them. I was not there...... His mother relied on me. ......
There are some relationships which we conquer and value a lot still dont maintain and feel for it. He was a real brother and so close. He even quarelled for me with his dear ones but in the middle we lost track. Its not because of the absence of love and affection. Its because of laziness or poor maintenance.
Even after that we lost contacts and today I have sent him a mail again asking for number. Hope this time, it doesnt end...... or break............
