Is forever for R.E.A.L?

Prologue

Prologue
Everyone has their own story. Each person we observe on a road or markets are metaphorically a containment of different stories lived throughout their lifetime. Some know how to narrate their stories, some don’t. It depends on the narration which excites the listeners. A person won’t be interested much in a story which is narrated very soberly even though the story is interesting. However they do get excited in listening to a clichè story if the storyteller uses different tones of voice for each and every character and makes it sound interesting. We never get bored listening to happy endings. Two people of different genders meet, they fall in love, face struggles and then get married. And probably give birth to children who face the same things and there is a certain cycle. Precisely there is a main character, his love of life and a villain which tries to tear both of them apart. What if there are more than one main characters and no villains. At least no villain suffering from human existence. My name is Rahul Sharma. And such is a story of four strangers who became best friends and promised to be friends forever till the end. Till the end of their friendship I presume.
 From which one of the friend was my maternal cousin. Someone I never met before recently. Larry Fernandes. A shy yet confident 18 year old man. He didn’t speak much. He, most of the day lay in his room alone drowned in nostalgia remembering his old friends. With whom he promised friendship of eternity. Uncle Peter had a hard time to handle him since his mother my favourite aunt Diya passed away. You must have figured out it was a love marriage. Same clichèd story. Different religions, fight with parents, running away from their homes. That’s why we haven’t met yet. My maternal grandmother had restricted us from keeping any contact with them. We respected her but my mother’s love for her sister was too much to not agree to her mother’s wishes and talk to her. When my aunt died, my mother left the home secretly to meet her brother-in-law and nephew. Few weeks ago, my grandmother too died because of old age and hence there was no one stopping us to meet my uncle and cousin brother. He was a normal, introverted person with a story I craved to hear. Fortunately he did narrate it in a way I was intrigued into the story after a little while.
“It’s been a while I have contacted anyone of them. They are happy with their own lives. I regret all my mistakes. Only if I had a time machine.” He sighed.
“What mistakes? And whatever it is they will forgive and forget. Just try and contact them.” I tried
“You would have to listen to the whole story, to say anything. It was not a small mistake. Not something which could be reversed.”
“I am all ears.”