We’re so caught up in our lives that we often forget the past,
We forget old friends whom we don’t remember when we met last. A moment of relief came after ages,
I remembered an old friend as I turned the album pages. These memories were from the days when everything came after playing,
I remember a silent, timid friend of mine, his name was Chirag. Every 15 days, Chirag fought to go to a playground
But his desires were contained in the four walls of his house. The one to stop him from playing, was no one else but his own mother
Who cried alone for hours, after not letting him play. He spoke like an adult, but like a storm he was.
He would almost fall when the wind blew, that is how light he was. He made sure he was in every photo, he wanted to be a part of every memory,
He wore a cape like superman, I wonder where he wanted to fly off to. He kept loosing his breath while talking for too long,
He ran every single race, but he came last in all. Every 15 days, their team would definitely lose,
because without Shoaib their team was not good enough After convincing him a million times, he would still disappear
And the next day when he was questioned, he made the weirdest excuses. His skin was pale, he never looked like an of us.
But he asked so many questions, he learnt new things from all of us. He ran away from firecrackers and he never played with the colour red,
He missed school twice every two months, I thought he was scared of math. Every 15 days, Reuben took one more step away from Faiza.
He broke his own heart, in parts. This behaviour confused Faiza a lot.
She thought, why does Reuben never confess his love. But lying on the hospital bed for hours, was not new for him.
His childhood surely had passed, but his childhood never left his face. Whenever someone asked him his age, he always seemed hesitant.
And every time he got the guitar, he sang the lines “What if there is no tomorrow” When we asked him, he always said that all prayers for him are ineffective.
The red colour is his means of survival and also the poison for him. Every 15 days, 20 year old Gurmeet smiled when he was asked about 5 years down the line.
He wanted to achieve all his dreams in just 5 years and then finally retire. His only wish was that his parents knew about this before.
We found out what he was living with, only when he was no more. He wanted to live without worries, every day.
He wanted to cut just one more cake and live till another birthday. Every 15 days, Parth prays that nobody else gets this 15 day life.
He prays that his yesterday is nobody else’s today. He prays that no more houses and streets have to see a night,
with the daily choking yet burning light.