in fond memory
Dedicated to Khushboo Choudhary, Batch of 2015
“You are like my little sister for
me. Don’t worry. I will take care
of you…”. To be frank, when
she said those words, I was taken
aback. I guess anybody would be.
Just two weeks ago we had met.
There she was, with that genuine
expression in her eyes saying those
words of assurance. She was true
to her words as I can genuinely
tell you that her friendship was
my strength. She came into my
life just for a month, but within
that single month, her friendship
became one of the most precious
bonds I had developed with any-
body. It pains me a lot that that
bond was severed so early and so
rudely. In that short time that I
got to know her, I was amazed, to
be frank, at her immense passion
for life. The irony of it still makes
me wonder. Her maturity was beyond her
years. Within one month I knew
that the depth of her character
was something unfathomable for
someone like me. Yet I under-
stood, she was somehow above all
the character flaws that I among
many other people of my age
would have. I still remember how
when I used to bitch about oth-
ers. She used to say, “I agree. But
I don’t hate anybody. I just don’t
like them”.
Overflowing with energy and
enthusiasm all the time this one
of a kind awe-inspiring girl from
Bikaner impressed our seniors
and batchmates alike with her
persona. As far as I knew, any-
body who met Khushboo was
amazed at her positivity which
she gladly and openheartedly in-
fused into our lives. She easily be-
came the favourite junior, student
and friend to a good number of
people. Any trouble I’d get into, the first
person that I, among many oth-
ers, would call was Khushboo. I
remember being pampered so
badly by her. The patience she
showed to listen to each and ev-
ery single one of my petty issues
and taking them up putting her
own issues aside. I remember just
having one very sick selfish feel-
ing when she left me - how could
you leave me alone in this hell-
hole?
She reached out to everyone and
anyone and was the glue uniting
our batch. I saw how she ap-
proached everything in life, work
and play with the utmost sin-
cerity. I knew, if anybody would
succeed in an AIIMSonian life, it
would be her. Her potential was
something everyone recognized.
The misery of the idiom that
God never keeps good souls too
long on this earth dawned on me.
I respect your choice dear friend.
But I grudge the universe for giv-
ing just a single month with you.
By batch of ‘15