He said he will be back one day. He will be with
his loved one day. He has this dream of walking with his loved one holding her
finger. At that point of time I thought his wishes were childlike. But
yesterday a strange thing happened.
It’s a story about a simple guy. A small town
guy with lot of dreams in his eyes. I met him in my English batch. From my
childhood days I used to be a back bencher. And I always feel comfortable
within back benchers. He was also kind of same. Not so studious rather he was a
great liar. Instead of all we became friends and he shared all his concerns,
joys with me. He fall in love with one of our batch mates and yes, she was
pretty. Exams were close and the girl was studious. So they could not explore
themselves at the starting of their relationship. After the exam it was around
3 months when they explored themselves well and I thought they are in a
position to carry it through out their life. Then result came and the girl scored
high but my friend failed.
Now let’s jump to some months later. One day my
friend came to me and said that the girl doesn't to continue the relation. She
has given some reasons but I understood that the failure in exam is the main
cause. I had no words to sympathies. The girl left the town and moved somewhere
for higher studies. My friend also moved to Delhi. While leaving he said, “One
day I will be back here. And you will see me walking holding her fingers. I
will always be with her and she will love me one day more than her life.” It’s
been 10 years but still his words are so clear to me.
Within these years, life moved with its flow. So
many things happened. Seen so many relationships built up and broke. But he
remained same. Dreaming of one girl only. Holding tight his dreams to get back
to his own town and to be with her. Within these 10 years the girl changed his
boyfriend for thrice but my friend was stick to his dreams. One fine evening
the girl got married and my friend cried hard. I said let your dream go. Move
on. He denied. And one evening I got a call from a friend that ‘HE’ died in an
accident. I could have expressed his dead in a very different manner but I said
straight because the story doesn't end here. Truly when I heard the news, I
thought may be his dreams will end up with the end of my friend. But perhaps
dreams are stronger than practicality.
Yesterday, in a fine Diwali morning I was
checking my Facebook page and suddenly I saw an update of the girl. She posted
a picture of her with her new born child. Within a flash I heard my friend’s
words. Within a moment I realized he is back. The way he told only. I can
imagine him walking along with her holding fingers. I can imagine that he is
loved by the girl more than her life. I do not believe in re-birth but may be
now onward I’ll start believing.
Welcome my dear friend. You always had a
different way of thinking. From now onward I will not sympathies your death,
rather I’ll rejoice your re-birth. Welcome Back.
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