It was 5th of September, 2014. Our conversation began in the virtual world with your confession. Till then, you were just an unsocial person with flashy vermilion eyes. You looked like a drug addict back then. A chivalrous bastard you were. Your one page long confession left me baffled. I was stunned to finally find a person of my intellect and my level of sensitivity. That moment is vivid in my memory. I with trembling fingers and a goofy smile on my face, typing out clever sentences and choosing each and every word carefully from the dictionary embedded in my brain. The reason for my excitement was that, one whole week I played various mind games to make you approach me with an extended hand of friendship.
I happened to sit with him one day during the history period, that moment it struck me, behind the carmine eyes of his, lay a world of tranquility. I wanted to know the person behind the mask. Being excellent in the art of playing mind games, I did not have to approach him first, he did the necessary. We chatted, for hours endlessly, helping each other cope up with our wretched past, though neither one of us dared to utter a single syllable regarding it.
We were weird, the two of us. Would chat endlessly in the virtual world, whereas in the real world did not even wave a "hi" to each other. In the virtual world it was like living the moment without any fear of him judging me or I judging him. Both of us knew our talks would remain confidential. In school, we behaved as if we didn't give a damn, and once back on our respective computer screens, we used to talk about all the damn possible things that has or could happen in this world.
All of this continued till my birthday after which our friendship took a different route.
I got selected for a precious competition which required all my attention, I also became a page editor for my school newspaper. All of this and my other activities demanded so much time from me, that by and by, there was no time left for him. I could have just dropped a message "hey", but it wasn't about the message anymore. I started having all the weird thoughts,"Why should I message him first? Why can't he do it instead? Why always me?" My pride came in between our friendship. Even though we still claim to be friends, the joyousness of our friendship in its initial stages has vanished. We still comment on pictures and like each other's status, but the purity on which our friendship was founded has no longer been able to retain itself.
Everyone moves on. Things are transient. We should evolve with the changing times. But frankly, I miss his company. I miss our idiotic little talks. He is happy and contented with his life, I know this because the reason for his depression has now turned him into a happy man. He never told me about his past, but I found out, unintentionally.
This is not a story of how I met him or what happened with us, this is just a script depicting my flow of emotions. The ferocious pace with which they are flowing, and because of its intensity, how not even a single paragraph is making perfect sense.
