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Couldn’t swallow food…. For a week Lunch would come home… friends ask… so lost. Forgot to smile.. was quiet. his identity ceased to exist. Parents were concerned… doctor…It was then he realized that he couldn’t be a reason for their worries.  He has to pull him up… the next few days he tried his best. But or the first time he was clueless …. Strange mood swings… if he was away… would get down… the moment he was with her… his face would lit up.. smile thought to have been lost forever would miraculously find her way home.. for those few minutes… he would forget all his…. And would just get lost in her so lovely smile and her so innocent face.. praying for those moments to last for a lifetime.. he has become a stranger to himself.. wondering where were all those feeling hiding . This was something he had never experienced before and he was least prepared for it.. He was ready to exchange whatever he has for just  few moment with her…

Every moment not with her was spent wishing to be with her… and every moment he was with her… he would pray to let it last for at least a lifetime.. he began counting life not by the number of breaths he took.. but by the every moment with her that took his breath away.. Took about a month before his graphics card could restore the GUI back. He would try his best to look and act normal.. Just trying to pretend that it was all causal.. something that just popped up on a Friday night as he had nothing better to do on that very night.. 

He didn’t start this thing inside him. It just happened…They say these strange things have gods hand in them. He never asked for her permission for the same… so it was only unfair to expect anything from her. Till date he doesn’t expect anything from her… she is perfect the way she is because perfection is her…And he wants her to be like that.. It was only unfair of him to ask for anything .. he could only care for her and see that her smiles were intact and happiness was her best friend.. that’s the least he could have done..

Every moment was spend thinking about her- if she has reached home safely, if she had her dinner, if she us alright, every time she would cough, every time she goes out of city, every time she came to stay with her friend.He would know more about her and what she is doing than his own self.. doesn’t matter weher he was he would… he has totally abandon his own self… she has become the biggest part of his life.. and for him she was always bigger than life… Even thou she believes that she is not so important part of his life… only he knows that she might just be one person for the whole world but for him she is the  world…  

He remember doing so many things for his friends but none of them came close to what he had done for her. Was this friendship?  This was definitely not friendship but something more divine than that. He never confessed that he was her friend and he really wasn’t. Saying that would be dishonesty He is not that religious… but seems that he has become so in the past few months… guess that’s what people do when things become beyond human control. That’s why they go to temples, shrines on the hills and to Ashrams.

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