Harsh reality

I lost her today. My best friend. A friend I have not met in years. But she is still the first name which comes when I think about the genuine ones I ever made.

I always thought death of a loved one, means crying. Today I do not know if crying is what will ease out the pain the news brought in me.

I am running here and there, calling old friends, then not speaking cause I dnt know what else to say. If age got in maturity, I am still immature. I still dnt know how to handle a news like this.

Usually a "God bless her soul" "RIP" were the standard ones. But this was Bhaagi, my very own Bhaagi. If it was someone else, I would know whom to call and whom all to inform. But it is you. What do I do?  

Out of all the talks I do, today I have nothing to say to anyone, except that she is gone. 

The news : still not sinking in.

Not knowing what to do, I just write. Keep writing. Cause I cant tell you now , so I write. Are you reading this Bhaagi? Please do. I love you- like i did the first time I told you.

That phase of life:

When the world thought we were Besties, even after we argued and fought in front of them.

Making the miserable college life , memorable - life long memorable.

I cant imagine anyone else replacing you.

All our stories,  life ka understanding, life ki planning, everything will haunt me. 

How will we ever be same again? When will me n Dillu sit and plan to dance for you. When will yogi me and you be together and gossip about things?

When will any get-together make sense anymore. You left us.

Something inside me is gone.

We all are lost, we are broken. 

I wish there was another day with you, just one more day.