I hate them for loving me so much. I hate them for loving me so unconditionally. I hate the fact that i never even gave Shresht a chance but rather bombarded all my assumtions and fears of change on him. I hate myself when i realise that yes, nidra did lie to me but she just spared my heart being crushed as hers. It seems impossible for me to even imagine the same memory of us bidding goodbye laughing and giggling but now knowing that she was laughing and giggling but deep within her soul screaming and being torn apart. It takes true love and friendship to do what she did. But for whom? For this selfcentred moron who was so proud of being her best friend since childhood but did not even take a second to put him self in her place.I hate myself so much Aahana.
As he wraps his face with his arms hiding his tears. A hand wraps around his shoulder saying, You have all the reasons to hate us ,but we love you.We have always Loved you said another caorse voice. Both the voices sounded familiar until he was taken into shock when he seen the familiar faces.It was Nidra and Shresht for real. Nidra comes down to Aadhav and points out towards one of the children. Nidra says “you see him? he is my son.I have named him after you Aadhav”.Shresht hugs points out to the rest two kids and says, And those are my children. Do you know what i and nidra have been trying to do for the past 25 years other than trying to get to you? we have been trying to inbibe the very friendship you say you hate into our children.
I still remember how it was our friendship that always kept me on track and down to the earth. We never said we love each other but proved with our actions. We never wrote long captions for me on my birthdays but instead kept trying on making everyday feel like our birthdays. I cant get the memories out of my head even if i wished to . Experiences so memorable i would have never imagined even in my wildest dreams.The trips that we took, the exam pressured nightouts that ended up in lamely pouncing on each other and tickling each other till we fell asslep. The birthday bumps till the one screamt with pain and begged to be put down. The fights that ended without having to explain ourselves. Most of all pushing and triggering each other to the best versions of each other.
Nidra with her eyes full of tears says “Yes u hate us and our friendship, Though we went our separate ways we were yet it we were never apart.Look how we some how ended up here. how we are here? We have such a bond that no matter where we are physically, our souls are always connected. And if u are thinking these are just words to say , i ask youll its been 25 years right? tell me the number of nights we have not spent stalking each other. So many people came into our lives but was there a day that we did not go to the memories stored in our google drives and wished there was such a technology that we could just jump unto those pictures, videos and re-live them once again. And yes we have gone to all those places where these memories were made to find our lost selves again but turned up even more lost again.Why? because it was not those places that gave us happiness , it was the vibe of the people that made us feel it was the most happy place to be in this universe.”
Shresht continued “yes, and now in these 25 years weve managed to achieve so much , crush so many goals yet why does this moment feel as the best achievement? ive come to realise that no matter what you do in your life ,nothing seems legendary till you have your friends in that moment. how many times have we been the best versions and yet felt incomplete and lost . And when we are lost , there’s no party ,theres no meme ,there is no motivational video that can get u back on track.So what do we wish, we wish to go back your roots. ”
Nidra hugs me and says “you have grown into this beautifull tree but the toxic chemicals that illusioned as nutients have knocked you down. but are you a dead tree? No . you still have your roots for you. We are here with you and we have always been with you all this time. So get back up and stay strong knowing your roots will never let you get uprooted or wither even in the wildest storms.Yes we arent going to be always physically together but our souls are always connected.”
I hug them both and i felt all the restlessness and incompleteness suddenly vanish.The next morning we all come to the same rock. We start rebuilding a castle. This time with concrete . We focussed making the slab more than building the castle.The slab went deep deep into the ground .As the castle got completly built. I wrote “this castle is a proof that some things do last forever, you can try breaking the castle,but believe me u will never be completly successful”. Just like life , people assume friendships can be withered and broken. But hardly do they ever realise that if the bond is really true , roots of the friendship are burried so deep down that no force of nature can wither away that bond.
That night as i penned down the best page of my diary . I closed it with eyes full of tears and with a smile i had the best sleep in years.