Shuru hua quietly — naya ghar, naya school, ek shared bus. Pata hi nahi chala kab hum hum ban gaye. Bas ho gaya, jaise best cheezein hoti hain. Bina rush ke. Bina plan ke. Bilkul real.
Bus mein teri yaad hai — kabhi baat karte, kabhi nahi. Kabhi moody, face window ki taraf. Aur mujhe hamesha lagta tha ye sabse endearing cheez hai — teri khaamoshi bhi saath jaisi lagti thi. Main tere gaals khichta tha bas teri reaction dekhne ke liye, aur tu — itna innocent, itna genuinely tu — kabhi defend hi nahi kar paya. Aaj bhi nahi kar pata.
School mein ek class aage tha, aur honestly, zindagi mein bhi kaafi aage hai tu. Mahakal aur Shyam Baba ke liye, culture ke liye, roots ke liye — teri ek quiet steadiness hai jo main same tarah nahi feel karta, but dekh ke genuinely respect aata hai. Jis tarah tu rituals explain karta hai, faith ke peeche kya hai samjhata hai — tune mujhe woh perspective diye jo akele kabhi nahi milte. Jaanta hai ya nahi, par guide karta hai mujhe tu.
Tu bohot kam logon mein se hai jiske saath main actually baat kar sakta hoon. Sirf baat nahi — sab nikal ke rakh deta hoon. Woh type ka yaar jo sunta hai jaise matter karta ho — kyunki tere liye karta hi hai.
Har Garba mein tu mera partner. Har raat ki walk — woh ek quiet ghanta jo sab reset kar deta hai — tu hota hai wahan. Realize hi nahi tha ki kitna zaroori hai mujhe ye, jab tak depend karne laga inpe.
Future ka nahi pata. Par ye pata hai — jitna mere bas mein hoga, is dosti ko protect karunga aur saath le ke chaloonga, hamesha.
Happy Birthday, Pratuu. Shukriya — har us saal ke liye jo guzra, aur un saalon ke liye bhi jo abhi baaki hain.
P.S. — Haan, last hoon. Phir se. But website bhi ek hi ne banayi, toh even ho gaya na? 😌
