Traveling in cabs always brings back few memories of somebody for the travel in cab once were done only to accompany him though its quiet frequent nowdays due to official travel.
Taking an auto till sec22 (as it was shared) brought another memory of my morning travel to office and those few weeks of shared travel wit somebody I knew to Noida where chit chats were one important part of life. Life inspite being called monotonous by few seems to always have some mysterious aura where everyday it seems to change color.
Strangers become friends... Few friends turns to be lovers... Few may not meet ever again... Few remains to be our best buddies forever... Few get lost with time...few turns stranger again... I always feel friends r those relatives whom god forgets to put in our blood relation but still, they r an integral part of our life.
I met Rajiv first time at Ansals. He was a common friend. Friend of my one friend. Never liked him at first instance, thought he has his habit of throwing attitude (but being at Punjab realized its punju's mental problem... Logon ka isme koi dosh hota nahi!! ... Hahahhaaaa =)) . We became friends gradually and with time did I realized his softer side... Caring, sincere and a good person at heart.
Few instances of our friendship life still makes me smile... A complete lecture on 'attachment n habit' at the flyover of Aksardham... Bunking office for one of us never use to be in mood to work... People enjoy long drives but guess, we enjoyed our long walk (I am not sure about him for I always called him prince of his dream... Where nothing beyond 'land Rover' fits... But, I enjoyed our walks)...our meetings... Dine ins... Coffee shops... Our first kiss, which was complete crazy n unexpected and I would have slapped anybody for that if it wouldn't have been him for his acts always made me laugh and because of them I called him 'Joker'. Its not that he was an unique piece... Dakshu make me laugh the same way now, same brainless chit chats for hours ... But guess, something stops me calling him 'Joker'. As I told, color of life... It has changed from one to another.
Well, so on that shared auto suddenly an old lady comes ... She was mute, and so old that age have left all marks on that grieved face. Still she was smiling ... And smiling a lot! She had to go somewhere which none of us understood, still I asked the driver to let her sit and could see a gratitude in her old eyes though didn't understood the single word she was trying to express wit action. She got down post few red lights n bestowed me with all blessing for not letting her pay the fares. But, bidding her goodbye I was just wondering that the thoughts which were in my mind before her arrival... Will it carry ever till the age when I will get into that.
I mean... Things which pain us now I know turns into little comedies of life later... But what happens to one that make us smile?
Will I always remember Rajiv the way I remember him now, or will I always miss our friendship?... As I said he wasn't an exception to the colors... But, will his color be always bright when his thought will pass mind or when he will be discussed wit others?
Its Punjab who seems to have refreshed his memoirs again as I have just got few bits n pieces of him recently and was not able to control sharing this thought... Its just like preserving thoughts when I write, for I have never been good wit memories. It always fades. However strong it is!
... But deep down... I really wanna remember few things.. For they had been beautiful colors of my life and worth painting thoughts and memories with them....
Lots of Love! Anji
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