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VOLUME 1, ISSUE 1, DEC -2016

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Deepika Rao K
PGDM 2014-16

n January the 18th, I lost my most precious thing. Big fat drops of tears rolled down my eyes. I
could not resist my temptation of going to the graveyard. I cried for hours, till I had her touch.

As a child all longed for that one best friend with whom you could share things with, share hidden toffees,
make paper boats and aeroplanes; even I longed for such a best friend when I joined my school. Not everyone these days gets that kinda bestiee. When I was crying for my mother at the corner of the playground,
there she was with her triangle shaped hankey to wipe those tears. She told me that she would take me to
my mother if I stopped crying. I did so. After some time passed by I asked her where my mother was? To
that she replied "Even my father does it so that I don't cry when mother is not at home." I was touched,
tough I did not understand the intensity of these emotions as a child then. Since that very moment she
became my soulmate and I, hers. Soon my birthday arrived with lots of excitement and merriment. She
was with me the entire day and helped me in distributing chocolates to other friends and teachers. That
very day I noticed that her hair was not properly done. Each day she would come with a pony lose or her
hair ruffled. I never asked her about it till that day.
I spent all the time with her at school and then at the playground near our house in the evening. We
fought with each other over petty issues in life. We used to pour sand over each other, get dirty and enjoy ourselves. Soon, we became competitors at school. She used to come 2nd and me, 1st. She used to
sacrifice her position for me. When asked why? she used to remain silent and just smile. Weird I used to
think. Both of us jointly topped our school and won accolades from our teachers, parents and others.
Friends always envied the equation between us. There were some who used to sight out examples about
our friendship, some used to set traps to divide us, some used to do the narad-muni business too. Though
there were misunderstandings, we had absolute trust on each other. We were given cell phones and
our scooters when we reached 11th. We were very excited about it. We partied over samosas and cold
coffee at CCD. We joined tuitions and had our own set of followers and crushes. Never did we interfere
with the other's personal life. We laughed, cracked pj's and did all the nonsense stuff to entertain our
souls. In the 12th again we topped our streams. She had taken up Science and me Commerce. We again
celebrated it. Amidst the celebrations I casually asked her about her mother. She remained silent and I
could see her tears. She broke down but then controlled her emotions.
Time passed and we reached college. She chose BBA just to give company to me. That evening took away
everything from me. We were sitting on a bench at Jubilee Park and she held my hand and took out her
grief. She told me that she didn’t have a mother since childhood and hence always came to school with
ruffled hair and stopped me from crying because dad always said, if you cry, mother will not be happy, I never told you about her as I had faint hopes of her coming back. She never came
back. When I grew up and started putting questions father said, "Child you
never had your mother after she delivered you. Since then I have been your
father and mother."
While she was still enumerating her tragedy her grip became harder on my hand
and she with a thud fell on my shou