To The Friend, I Lost! ❤

 To The Friend, I Lost! ❤

 

It's been a long time since I wrote about my friends. Hmmm!

Then why am I talking about this friend today? I thought its never late to talk about people. I would’ve written about him some other day, even if I didn’t today. But, it's late. I lost my friend, my reader. He’s not with me to read this.

I knew him in school and we had casual Hi-Bye’s then. During the lockdown time, we got connected through Instagram and got to know each other better. I was writing only about my friends on my blog, back then. I was writing about them, so that other people can know about them.

One day, he texted me and told me he wanted me to write about a common friend we both had. I promised him I’ll, but I never did. He said my blog articles are lengthy, but he liked them that way.

He wanted to keep reading my blogs. He texted me once, randomly out of the blue, asking when the next blog is dropping. He also said he prefers to read my blogs when he’s bored. I had written only four articles then, and he told me he had read them several times. I was confused on so many levels, as no one was bothered to ask why I didn’t write for a month, back then. He was the first person to ask me about my blog. He was my first reader, who read my content only for me.

After talking to him, I felt confident and continued writing again. If not for him, seeing all the low views, I would’ve stopped writing, long before.

“Lace up your boots, Success always Comes Late!”

This might be a popular phrase. But he uttered the above words to make me write. He was my energy bank.

This was the first time he made me write, when I was feeling I didn't get any recognition for my work! 

He posted a story in his account, for me. It was a shoutout to my blog and he wrote paras explaining why people should spend their time on my blog site. He also told me, that people are careless, and they might miss his story, so he’ll send my site to people through DM so that many people get to know about my work. He told me people can learn good English from me at least.

He found I lacked self-confidence only by speaking with me and wanted me to improve it, as he felt it was very essential for me, as a writer.

I don’t know whether he read my recent blogs. I lost touch with him over the past two years. Today, got to know he passed away, suffering from a malignant tumor. He deserved to be in this place, longer than any of us deserve to be. For his pure Heart. The heart that wants people around him to be happy and winning.

He wanted me to write about him. I told him I’ll meet him once in person, after lockdown, before I write about him. That never happened.

He never missed an opportunity to encourage me! 

I didn’t write for weeks. I didn’t know what to write. I didn’t have any story to pen. Now he is the reason am writing after a long time. For the second time.

He wanted to read about him, written by me. I know it's late, Vaishak. I know am late. I wanted to write about you when you were there to read it. I didn't.

You didn't expect anything out of me, while you wanted me to shine as a good writer. You were a good soul. 

I’m leaving my tears and words here, hoping you’ll know I have written about you. 

 

Could’ve stayed longer da.

Bye, Vaishak! ❤

You'll be missed! ✨

 

Deepan

23/08/2022