After reading Prati's and Prabesh's blog, it hit me suddenly. The emotions they written there I had been through. The anger they had makes me equally furious. The longing for that friend to be well makes no use for me telling them that, Cause they were the ones who made me feel well. It will be ironic that I ask them to be well, whereas on the other side, its pouring everyday inside.
When they say all good things come to an end, its unfair.
While Prati was telling me about how her friend's farewell went, I started tearing up. I was stupid to ask her in the first place cause Prati suddenly looked straight into my eyes and said, "Your eyes are teary. Are you going to cry?". I was embarrassed. Way damn too full embarrassed. I did not know what else to say so I replied, "I am an emotional person".
And its the truth.
Right now, to stop this crazy emotions from running all over me, Im staring at the staute of a laughing buddha beside me. Strangley its making me smile. Its crazy but my brother felt the same too. Crazy to the extend that he literally kissed the buddha's bald head.
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