My head is a collection of slow-moving images, which are moving inside my head, all the time, randomly! we generally called them memories, but I can't able to remember them as memories, If they don't have any emotions attached to them, It's a mental construct in my architecture of existence, that's why I like to describe them as SLOW MOVING IMAGES, I can't able to remember these memories, If no stories are attached with them, If no emotions are attached with them, so my memories aren't just memories in my head they are full blown stories, that ready to be told in those strange goofy nights, where everyone is sharing their adventures.

In my small life where moments of joy are very rare, I met some bunch of people, in an unknown State, in an unknown environment, who ended up becoming an extension of all my affection that I felt each day due to them. I broke myself into pieces and ended up planting these pieces in them and leaving them to grow, separately, slowly at their own pace, to let them discover my love for them by themselves….

I don't know how my love will end up growing in their hearts, separately, and how all these people will decide to remember me, after years, but I know that the flowers of their affection will always remain untouched in the garden of my heart.

According to me, A great friendship is nothing but a collection of all the little sweet moments of celebration with your close friend where you feel alive, in those moments, that end up becoming immortal in the concerns of your heart, all those moments of laughing on an undelivered bad joke to soft-spoken care you choose to show to each other, in certain moments of despair. Yeah, sure we all will leave our ways to reach different destinations of our lives and maybe we stop talking to each other which will happen after a while as we all got busy in our lives and work, that's why I am writing this essay for all of you, so you all can relocate these small moments of joy in your psyche when nostalgia of 'not being together but the feeling of togetherness' hit you all again.

I want that you all will found love in your hearts, for each other, even a million years later, after reading this essay and my words will end up becoming the thread that keep you all connected with each other, in a strange silence of togetherness, with all that, I leave you all with a small poem that I wrote for all of you :-

तुम किरने, मैं सूरज

तुम बरसो, तो मैं मेहकू

तुम पढ़ो, तो मैं लिखूं

मैं रोता, तुम रोते और हम तरसे,

किस्मतों के पुल पर हम सब चलते

रोज ख्वाबों से लड़कर खुद में बिखर कर,

एक दूसरे से दिल की बातें करते

थोड़ी-थोड़ी यारी हम सब खुद से निभाते

पूरी-पूरी बातें हम वक्त के अंत तक निभाते।