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Chapter 15 : The End

There're a few events that teach us a lesson the hard way. I was living my life differently then. I was so obnoxious and suffered from self pity. Today I'm a transformed human being, not physically of course but psychologically. I never knew of my capabilities because I never bothered to examine. But when I finally scanned through the graph of my life, I was astounded by the statistics. I think we all have this unexplored strength that stays hidden and comes out when the barrage of affliction explodes. So did mine when she went through her worst. You know there're a few perks of spending time with a dying person. You value each and every moment. And the terror of losing a person always brings out the purest form of love. With them you know that nothing in this world will last and that someday our universe will be doomed as well. And no matter how beautiful the seashore seem, the truth is it can flounce us away in any minute, erasing our existence entirely. And the conclusion is very paradoxical because beauty is ordinary and ordinary is beautifully extraordinary. I was an ordinary woman who was always so cynical and bothered about her physical appearance. Just like every woman who tries to make a mark of her I also tried my best but could never land up with the best employee tag and was kind of douched. And I was hopelessly in love with a very handsome man who was most likely an unrealistic-distant dream. And one fine day my best friend fell sick, err, very sick. And that is like the beginning of a different era for me. I stopped bothering about the unimportant; I stopped stressing over my looks. Could've I ever imagined that I'd some special vigilante skills against brutal bosses? And if I'm not mistaken, then I kind of snatched that New Year's kiss from him. But the biggest gift she gave is a new perspective towards life. Almost a decade has passed after she left us and I'm living my life happily. Tears still haze my vision when I think about her and it is inevitable because losing her will always be painful. But there is this thing about human beings; we learn to live with pain. Today it's her thirty fifth birthday and I'm trying to visualize what sort of a nagging bitch she would've been today, always trying to cover those inevitable wrinkles under loads of makeup, and she would scream my name with utmost love and hug me tighter than the last time. We're celebrating her birthday and the success party of my novel which is the bestselling novel of the year. I can see Aditya, my husband standing in front of me trying to capture every moment in his camera and my three year old son, eyeing on the cake that bears her name. And all I could gift her is; she being remembered and not getting lost into oblivion. All I could gift her is her name being echoed widely. All I could gift her is her name being printed on my novel. All I could gift her is making her name my pseudo name. And now I'm cutting the cake of our unified merriment because I can never forget you, I can never let go of you. I will always keep you alive, my best friend forever.