Life is good.

I hung out with you almost every day. People around talked about us. I didn’t care. I knew you didn’t care either. Life was good.

You took me to various places, you told me about various things, you bought me stuffs (against my strictest opposition) and you added motley of colours to my life.   I liked talking to you, talking to you 24x7, day and night, in and out, talking like two desperate people,  talking like maniacs; talking as if talking was our lifeline ;talking like giving vent to all that  had been pent up inside , talking and talking and still it seemed the thirst was not satiated. People around smiled, sometimes smirked at us.  I didn’t care; I knew you didn’t care either. Life was good.

You flaunted your write ups before me branding them as your original when you had borrowed it from your best friend. Anyway, I always knew the truth.  I personally, liked your own, lucid style and straight from the heart jottings more than the much verbose verses of your friends. Yet, I kept quiet and said nothing. I used to find it amusing and endearing too, the efforts you used to put in to impress and win over me, when you already had that to your credit. But I didn’t care; I know you didn’t care either. Life was good.

You had stayed up all night that night; so that you could see me off leave form an early morning bus the following day. I hated that, but you had always insisted on doing the otherwise. And in your most sincere attempt to stay awake while I had slept, you had dozed off too as the dawn had approached, dropping a message to wake you up when leaving. The following morning I left after my calling yielded no results. Only to listen to you sulk and cry later during the day, and also to learn that you had some things to give me. What things, you never told.  One argument led to another and we had had the most quotidian of our tiffs; with the usual reconciliation soon following. And so I didn't care; I know you didn't care either. Life anyway, was good.

But I had a strange nebulous feeling and a general disarray of thoughts, the day I had to leave…leave you, before you could leave that place and go, forever. An ocean of memories overwhelmed me. It made me discern, it made realize, it made me cry. The days of our togetherness started to dance before me… your embarrassed surprise on having me discovered you, your stammer and numbness on encountering me, you standing me up on our first meeting(because you were happily snoring away), me breaking hell lose on you, your attempts to placate me, your friends smiling away in the backdrop ,my first birthday gift, a chocolate a day, the incessant texting ,the ‘I am not sleepy yet’ calls till the wee hours of morning, your larger than life attitude, your cute lying, my chiding, your look that had always followed, our pranks and squabbles,our first game of badminton ,our evening walks, the first trip together,our togetherness, our last lunch, your promise , my assurance and everything…

That day I discerned, I realized, I cried. Things changed.
I had started to care; perhaps… and  you, you had cared forever;perhaps.

Though,Life is still good!,as always :)