Days passed by but Harshad didn't contact
me, not even once. That's impossible. I know
him more then he himself knows him, he can't
stay away from me for this long. I was madly
into all his video messages he sent me before
leaving for California, his eyes, his words,
everything portrayed how much badly he
wanted to talk to me. Everytime I saw them, I
became more curious to know what actually
happened? Param was my only support now.
He used to console me, he used to give me
hope that things would get allright but
somewhere in my heart knew it won't, I could
feel something negative coming on my way
again. After a few more days, water crossed
it's brim, something was hell wrong, how can
someone not come at all on facebook, what's
app, we chat for weeks? I went mad in
depression. Param got scared, he didn't want
me to take a wrong step so he suggested to go
to Harshad's home to check his where abouts,
he was sure enough to get some information
about Harshad.
Next day morning, we both went to Harshad's
home, everything seemed normal, we
introduced ourselves as Harshad's friends and
asked about him to his mother. She said that
he went to California weeks back. We tried to
inquire as to why he isn't available to talk at
all. Suddenly, his mother broke down and
started crying. We both were shocked to see
this instant reaction. My heart started beating
faster, even faster, my nerves wrecked, I took a
deep breath and asked "What happened aunty?
Where is he?" After a few minutes she said "He
met an accident there. He is so unwell but
even if I want, I can't go there and neither can
he come back. He hardly manages to call us
from the hospital. He has even lost his cell. I
told him thousand times that there are
hundreds of good colleges in India then why
California? It's so far but he was way too
adamant. He went away and I just don't know
when will I get too see him again."
I broke down then and there itself. I started
cursing myself. It was my idea to study in
California together and now he is there all
alone, injured, unwell, God knows how he
would be, how much he suffered, how much
more to suffer. Tears rolled down my eyes.
Param consoled me and aunty, and asked
"Which hospital in California is he admitted?"
His mother told him and after a depressing
conversation we left. Seemed like I lost my
thinking power now. I was lifeless. I used to
cry day-night thinking about Harshad. Infact, I
used to blame me, curse me for his present
position.
One fine day, Param called me and asked me
to meet him as soon as possible as he had
something extremely important to tell me about
Harshad. I was simply stunned hearing that
but without even wasting a second I got up
and rushed to meet him. I saw him, he was
again there before me. I ran upto him with
thousands of questions in my eyes. I waz
tensed, I waz nervous, he held me from my
shoulders and told me everything...
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