A letter to her! The day she went.

2019-02-03
To,
My best friend, Aliza
Subject: I miss you!
Dear girl,
Yesterday, above all those shitty times I have been going through, beyond all the disturbances, I got a sound sleep. Despite a nightmare, yesterday, I experienced a beautiful dream. That dream, I don’t know if will remain dream forever or, if I am lucky will come true one day. I saw you and me basking under the sun discussing about our cute old days. Ohh, I even don’t know, how have you been? It’s been more than 13 years that we have been parted. I don’t know if you still remember me or not. You know, life clings me for that day. That day, why did I let you go? Why did you never return back? Where are you?

Last bench, corner girls. Do you know peps, that day my girl was so excited. Aliza was living with her father and her mother was abroad. I knew that day her mother was coming home. She was holding a paper in her hand, awaiting the class to finish, was wanting me to say something. We two chatter girls, were busy gossiping, didn’t even notice the call of our teacher. Ohh, the teacher in dismay separated our places. We were so small that, we were totally afraid of our teacher to get a nerve on changing our places after a period. Staring at each other, 1st-2nd and thoroughly 3rd period went on. We used to get a break after 4th period and I was okay with it. I thought we will have a discussion during our break times.

4th period was our English class. We were doing our grammar courses, and suddenly came a peon, asking Aliza to come out with her bag, it was a call from her home. Awe, she went on that day. Her mother was coming that day, my childish mind just thought nothing. I didn’t take her excitement seriously that day. I was in a curiosity the next day, Aliza would always come school before my arrival. That day, she wasn’t present. Alone in the last bench, I was hoping Aliza to come, but the day went on. I was not happy that day. I was missing Aliza and our talks. We were so small that, we didn’t even had a sense of sharing our numbers. We were in class 2. The best of friends, everyone knew about, Aliza would never eat her lunch, the day I get absent and so would I.

Aliza didn’t came for weeks, and for weeks I remember I didn’t ate my lunch. My mother got terribly pissed off. I used to trouble her to take me to Aliza’s place. Pity on her, how she would know her house. I wanted to talk to Aliza, but we had no contact. When situations went out of control, my mother went to the school administration to know Aliza’s number, where we got her number, but was of no use. It was a landline number belonging to Aliza’s previous land owner, who was unaware of their present residence. Weeks and months went on, I got sick, and admitted in hospital. My life got disbalanced. That year, was like a waste to me, my parents changed my school in class 3. It was a new environment, but the place where I would miss Aliza may be somehow less.

Days went on, months and years! I thoroughly started to enjoy the pace of my life. With the perks of living I was getting away from Aliza’s memory with a hope of meeting her someday. I used to be in contact with my previous school friends, to know about Aliza. But no one was aware about her. Like they no more know her then. She was now a girl who never existed for others, but for me she was my best friend whom I could never forget.

Today, it’s been 13 years, I have completed my plus two, and so might have you. Aliza, still today I have a small blurry image of yours in my mind. I remember the day we fought and promised to never speak again with each other. That image makes me feel lonelier. The mystery of a paper, you were wanting to show me remained a mystery. I searched you in social Medias so many times, but I failed because I was unable to remember your surname.
I know, you now no more remember me. I know, with no information about you I am never gonna meet you again! But sometimes it hurts, the day why didn’t you come returned after that day, what was your reaction for not meeting me, what really did happen that day? These questions, in my mind is rubbish to keep in, but it disturbs many times, I try to convince myself, and I fail.

Dear lost best friend, I still keep you in my prayers. I carry a hope of meeting you one day, but I don’t know how. I miss you, I miss you so much and I love you!! You could never be deleted from my imagination, and never will. For me you existed, you exist and will always exist, as my motivation, my inspiration, my best friend!! My best friend!!
-Prasuma!
Loves you the most still!!