My friend! I won’t visit you in BengaluruThe day I received the terrible news, I couldn't speak for a quite long time. My mind went back to our school. I went back to 3rd February, 1975.
On that day, I entered Class-III, Section-A for the first time. There was no other seat vacant. So, Shanti-di (our Arithmetic teacher) told me to sit beside you. That was the beginning of our friendship.
This friendship continued. Do you remember that we started a magazine when we were in Class-VIII? The name of the magazine was 'Ankur'. That was the first time somebody (you) praised my writing. I was spell-bound by your writing. We came closer at that time. Do you remember our Board examinations in South Suburban School (Xth Board) and Chetla Boys' School (XIIth Board). Those days! And finally, the result was declared and both of us took admission in the same College. You took admission in Physics Honours and I was in Maths. Honours.
After Graduation, you went to Mumbai for further study and I remained in Calcutta. But our long-distance friendship continued. I reached your marriage venue at 10 p.m. straight from Delhi. You reached my marriage venue from Bangalore.
Our friendship continued when you were transferred to Delhi. But in 2005, you returned to Bangalore and purchased your own flat. You settled in Bangalore.
On 1st January, 2006, you called me to inform that you joined a new company and would remain busy for quite some time in Bangalore and in Mumbai. I could not contact you for two months.
In March, 2006, I got that news. In Calcutta, your parents were devastated. I came to know that you had a terrible accident on Mumbai-Poona Highway. I came to know that you somehow survived but that survival was worse than death.
My friend Gautam! I have stopped going to Banglore since 2006. I can't see my dearest friend in almost vegetative state.
(As I can't write poems, I have written the post remembering my best friend. This is not a contest entry.)