the hospital I was just wondering those things that it happened so fast, so
quickly. Three years have gone so fast.
I still remember the day when I first saw her in the class. She was so
adorable that I almost got hit by the desk as I so busy looking at her. Yeah
I agree that from the first day of my class XI I had a crush on her. But never
had the guts to tell her and express my feelings. With passage of time we
became very good friends. Himani and I were both from a conservative
family where a boy can’t even hold a girl’s hand. Though in school there
was no one to see us. I started sitting with her in every class. We used to
discuss about studies, films, and various other events. We just loved each
other’s company.
“Himani I love you”, I said and then started laughing loudly. “I know that’s
a good joke”, I quickly said. “Himani I really love you a lot” I said and again
started laughing “that was a better joke than that isn’t it?”
She looked calm and said nothing. I have done this thing many a times
always waited for her answer especially her reaction, but she was calm
The teacher gave us the name of the authors whose books we have to
follow for our biology. Gupta & Gupta and the other one was R Goyal.
Me and she agreed to study from Gupta & Gupta as it was really full of
questions and good diagram.
I asked my father to buy that book but he said that we are short of money
this month and insisted me to buy it in the next month. But next month we
The next day I saw this new book on my table Himani has bought it. I
touched the book; I really loved the scent of a new book. “Did you also buy
it? This book is really amazing”, she said. I told her what my father said
about buying the book.
Suddenly she picked up the book n started tearing it from the center.
Before I could even think what was really happening, she handed me the
half book and said “You read the half and I’ll read the other and then we
can exchange it when we are finished reading our parts.’
She smiled at me. I was speechless, not even a single word escaped my
mouth. “Why do you have to tear your new book?” I said. “Oh c’mon can’t I
even do this for you? And moreover that’s just a book” she answered.
Two years passed away. I did well in my board examination and got myself
enrolled in a prestigious engineering college. But unfortunately Himani
couldn’t do well in her boards and hence she enrolled herself in a college
for the course B.A English hons.
Now someone else sits beside her in the class and I can’t do anything.
After getting admission in our colleges we barely talked to each other.
And today I got a phone call from my friend that she met with an accident
and died. I hurried towards the reception. “Miss Himani Arora?” i asked the
receptionist.” Sir, its room no. - 201”she replied.
I took the elevator. As the gates of the elevator opened I saw a huge crowd
of people. All of them were sad, and silent. I stood with the men’s group.
While I saw the women were crying and weeping. Tears didn’t roll my eyes;
I don’t know why I wasn’t crying. Is this because I was a man and no other
man was crying either? Or am I not supposed to because I am a man? Or
Just to ignore the sad crowd I started counting the tiles on the floor. It was
216. I rechecked it and confirmed it. Then I saw some people were moving
I stepped inside the room. I saw her lying on the bed as silent as I have
never seen her before. Her face was pale and cold. I sat beside her and
saw many flowers kept on the table. I looked at her books that were kept on
the side rack. I checked the books and suddenly saw that half torn biology
book. I was surprised to see that book and many questions aroused in my
mind. “What is this doing her?” I asked myself.
I opened the book, turned the pages. And I stopped at the chapter “Animal
Physiology: Heart.” I heard something breaking. Was that my heart? As I
saw my name was written on the top of the chapter. And it reads” I love you
Sahil”. The whole page was full by this.
I hugged the book and broke down into tears. And I started crying like a
feeble child on the floor.
by: Indranil bisuri
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