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Prologue "Best Friends"
Passengers are requested to move to platform number……
Train Number ….from Hyderabad to Mumbai is scheduled to arrive at…
Inconvenience caused to passengers is deeply regretted...
‘Hello! Where the hell are you Yash? You haven’t even reached station yet, and the train is about to depart in not more than two minutes.’ I inquired.
‘Trust me silly! I will catch the train somehow.’ He responded.
As I hung the call, my heart started pounding, mind raced with all the negative thoughts. What if he is unable to make it to railway station and misses the train. I will not be able to travel all the way to Mumbai without him. His presence matters a lot to me.
Just when the train had signalled its last honk, I spotted him through my seat window, running towards the train from gate through platform number 10. He swam through the crowd carrying a backpack and boarding the train in bogie number A3. I released a sigh of relief, that I won’t have to get bored in his absence.
He took some ten minutes to reach me in A1 where we had reserved our seats. He reached me trolling, huffing, and crawling through the crowd and hugged me with an expression of victory on his face.
There he is, ‘Yash Rajawat, my best buddy’, I told to myself.
We took no time in settling down our luggage and started with our chit-chats, kicking, teasing and laughing session, which lasted for some half past one hour. He is fond of sleeping during journey, so he made his way towards my laps, rested his head there and started snoring immediately. Train whistled through lush green landscapes and sea blue horizons, and I enjoyed embracing the scenic beauty with my eyes.
I kept caressing his hair placidly and kept reminding myself, how lucky I am to have a gem like him in my life. He is my best friend; in fact, Best is too small a word because he is more than a best friend to me.
I spread bed sheets on our berths and made him sleep comfortably. I lay down on my berth too, wrapped myself in quilt and dozed off to land into the world of dreams where I always found myself happy. I woke up; disturbed by the noise of passengers who were making their way to get down on the coming station. I consulted my wrist watch which whispered 2.20 am. I twisted my head to right to let it rest on my right fist and closed my eyes to take another beauty nap. In a split of second, I re-opened my eyes as my unconscious mind had registered that Yash was not lying on his berth. I looked for his electronic accessories, his cell-phone, and I-Pod beneath the sheets and pillow, only to find them missing. I looked around but could not recognize him. I swayed my head in either direction along the pathway, just to check if he has occupied any of the doors, but no help. I stood there and waited for five minutes, suspecting he must have gone to washroom but he was nowhere around.
I went back and checked his berth again, but he wasn’t there too. I called him only to find his phone switched off. Now, tears started dwelling my eyes; I could not figure out where do I find him and how do I find him. My mind had gone blank and I was unable to trace where he could be. Like an innocent child, I traversed all the AC bogies attached to that train and the sleeper ones, which were connected to AC bogies. I checked every corner to see if Yash had been accompanying someone in talks but no, there was no trace of him. I cried furiously for one hour while looking for him here and there. I felt as if my world had been snatched away from me for God-Knows-What reasons. I felt like I was torn apart into pieces. Where is he gone?
Frustrated and lost, I came back to my berth, rested my head on pillow, and found Yash on his berth in deep sleep. A ray of hope; I jumped over him and woke him up slapping him hard.
‘Where were you dammit? Where were you gone? I was looking for you like maniacs for the last one hour. I had almost lost my composure for not finding you. Why didn’t you inform me before leaving your berth?’ I vented my fear out.
‘I was sleeping here silly. What happened to you? Why are you crying and getting so restless? I had just gone to washroom and it took me some time to be back. What made you get so frightened?’ he replied back in haste.
I kicked him hard, smashed him for getting the hell out of me in last one hour and cried for long.
That one hour felt like longest day of my life.
-A Scene From Her Diary
Shivam SinghBest Friends
Train Number ….from Hyderabad to Mumbai is scheduled to arrive at…
Inconvenience caused to passengers is deeply regretted...
‘Hello! Where the hell are you Yash? You haven’t even reached station yet, and the train is about to depart in not more than two minutes.’ I inquired.
‘Trust me silly! I will catch the train somehow.’ He responded.
As I hung the call, my heart started pounding, mind raced with all the negative thoughts. What if he is unable to make it to railway station and misses the train. I will not be able to travel all the way to Mumbai without him. His presence matters a lot to me.
Just when the train had signalled its last honk, I spotted him through my seat window, running towards the train from gate through platform number 10. He swam through the crowd carrying a backpack and boarding the train in bogie number A3. I released a sigh of relief, that I won’t have to get bored in his absence.
He took some ten minutes to reach me in A1 where we had reserved our seats. He reached me trolling, huffing, and crawling through the crowd and hugged me with an expression of victory on his face.
There he is, ‘Yash Rajawat, my best buddy’, I told to myself.
We took no time in settling down our luggage and started with our chit-chats, kicking, teasing and laughing session, which lasted for some half past one hour. He is fond of sleeping during journey, so he made his way towards my laps, rested his head there and started snoring immediately. Train whistled through lush green landscapes and sea blue horizons, and I enjoyed embracing the scenic beauty with my eyes.
I kept caressing his hair placidly and kept reminding myself, how lucky I am to have a gem like him in my life. He is my best friend; in fact, Best is too small a word because he is more than a best friend to me.
I spread bed sheets on our berths and made him sleep comfortably. I lay down on my berth too, wrapped myself in quilt and dozed off to land into the world of dreams where I always found myself happy. I woke up; disturbed by the noise of passengers who were making their way to get down on the coming station. I consulted my wrist watch which whispered 2.20 am. I twisted my head to right to let it rest on my right fist and closed my eyes to take another beauty nap. In a split of second, I re-opened my eyes as my unconscious mind had registered that Yash was not lying on his berth. I looked for his electronic accessories, his cell-phone, and I-Pod beneath the sheets and pillow, only to find them missing. I looked around but could not recognize him. I swayed my head in either direction along the pathway, just to check if he has occupied any of the doors, but no help. I stood there and waited for five minutes, suspecting he must have gone to washroom but he was nowhere around.
I went back and checked his berth again, but he wasn’t there too. I called him only to find his phone switched off. Now, tears started dwelling my eyes; I could not figure out where do I find him and how do I find him. My mind had gone blank and I was unable to trace where he could be. Like an innocent child, I traversed all the AC bogies attached to that train and the sleeper ones, which were connected to AC bogies. I checked every corner to see if Yash had been accompanying someone in talks but no, there was no trace of him. I cried furiously for one hour while looking for him here and there. I felt as if my world had been snatched away from me for God-Knows-What reasons. I felt like I was torn apart into pieces. Where is he gone?
Frustrated and lost, I came back to my berth, rested my head on pillow, and found Yash on his berth in deep sleep. A ray of hope; I jumped over him and woke him up slapping him hard.
‘Where were you dammit? Where were you gone? I was looking for you like maniacs for the last one hour. I had almost lost my composure for not finding you. Why didn’t you inform me before leaving your berth?’ I vented my fear out.
‘I was sleeping here silly. What happened to you? Why are you crying and getting so restless? I had just gone to washroom and it took me some time to be back. What made you get so frightened?’ he replied back in haste.
I kicked him hard, smashed him for getting the hell out of me in last one hour and cried for long.
That one hour felt like longest day of my life.
-A Scene From Her Diary
Shivam SinghBest Friends
August 31, 2013
Review of "Best Friends" by Manjusha Jain (Editor and Writer):
"Right from childhood I witnessed umpteen boy-girl close friendships, ending or not ending in marriages, but definitely transforming into deep love relationships. Beautifying emotions of two people that are deeply bonded, this book has made its reach way beyond love relationships and far from what we think friendship is. It's a roller coaster ride taking you through the valleys of affection, anger, companionship, understanding, care and what not; which will sweep you through all possible aspects one can enjoy being a part of strong bond of friendship. It clearly violates the stereotype ideology wherein boy and girl cannot taste the flavours of relationship, other than their very own friendship. They personify a beautiful bond that nurtures under the heat of all other bonds. Yash and Ena, the two leading characters of this story, will seem to be just like two good friends you might see around you, but they will bring forth another world which they live in. So, get ready to embrace the depth of a lifetime charismatic friendship you had ever thought of. Happy Reading !!"
Thanks Manjusha Jain for your review!
Thanks Manjusha Jain for your review!
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