HOPE...

1200 hrs... and the train started crawling. Slowly it started moving and I was just waving my hand, looking towards my dearest friend from college whom I've came to say goodbye... He was standing on the door holding the support rod with one hand and other still in air... with moist eyes I couldn't even manage to say "Bye..."

Slowly the train was disappearing and so was he... My mind stopped working with an only thought that " Would we be able to meet again ??" and in reply there was only silence.
I just wiped off my eyes and wandered here and there just to find myself being left alone on the platform.

I started walking towards the exit and gradually all the moments which we spent together began to appear in front of my eyes...it was all seeming like a movie.
The day when we met, our sharing lunch box, just spending time with each other, talking non stop on any issue, Partying for anything sometimes for nothing as well, Being there in tough times, encouraging each other (Koi ni yaar, abe Paa..gal hai kyaa), our time kill sessions(Farzana, Foktai) in canteen, those lovely quarrels and contradicting thoughts for a single beautiful girl in the view (Wow.... Abe tu mat dekh, Bhabhi hai teri), attending the coaching class together, bunking the lectures(Na..layak)... Maybe the attendants at ice-cream parlor, juice center and Chaywala Chhotu knew us more than our lecturers and lab attendants...All the scenes...they were just so sequential, can't describe them in words.

Seriously, I'm gonna miss all those moments, will they happen again ?? But more than those moments, I'll miss the causing factor of those moments...You!!

While riding the bike back to home I was thinking about the moment when I left home for coming to Railway station... I called him to confirm the timing of his train and he just said one thing, "You won't cry, Promise me." He said,"When someone leaves you, you cry and the tears which come outta your eyes create a void inside your heart, and nothing but a feeling of emptiness fills that void space which makes you brittle, weakens you. On the other hand , if you don't blow tears, they take form of memories... mostly the sweet ones and they strengthen you from within... motivate you in hard times, inspire you and sometimes just bring a smile on your face while you are sad."

I'm breaking your promise, I whispered to myself...The question was still there, "Would we be able to meet again, ever??". But this time a voice from my inner self just made me feel a bit better. It said," The life is too long and the world is too small, just HOPE..."