"Sam... It's getting late.. it will take at least one hour to reach the airport..."
I stand up half minded from his bed.. I sit down again the next instant , tired of my inner conflicts...
He eyes me , leaning against the couch... " Sam... "
I look up at him...
He walks to me and takes my side ..
" Sam .. look at me. "
His voice demands me at the same time it sounds like pleading...
I move away restless , ignoring him...
" Sam... It's not done.. talk to me ...please.. "
His voice is hoarse towards the end... I can feel ..he's too fragile now...
" I don't want to go Shravan... " I sniff to control the tears that are readily available to pour down...
" Then , don't go...". He holds my hand ... His eyes literally cling with mine...
My eyes gaze upon him , frozen...
I know how hard it's to leave your loved ones...
" wish I could stay here " I check my passport and other papers.
Unable to conceal my tears , I get up to wear my shoes.... " Let's move shravan"
He stares at me .. His eyes ask me if I am stonehearted ....
I breath out deep .. God only knows what I am going through at present..
" Don't look at me like this Shravan...Please!!!"
I flinch in low tone , looking at the ground...
He laughs out loud .. Approaching me , he wipes off the thin smear of moist from his eyes...
" Sam .. this does not suit you.. scold me .. call me quirky.. punch me.. even you can hit me to death .. I will accept all these happily.. But, tears and Sam.. ?!?! aweeeeeeeee... it does not make a good pair.."
He teases me clearly.. I turn to smile to witness his gestures that are witty.
" Shravan... You're.... you're...."
I stammer , punching him at his stomach ...
" Spit it out Sam...I am ?"
He demands me to complete the sentence...
I pout.. " you're such a quirky man..."
He winks ... " That's like my Sam..."
He states - my Sam...
It happens between us with ease what is actually a difficult one to take over charge on others with all rights.. That's what the uniqueness of our relationship...
I smile extending my hand to him... " You're my bestie Shravan... Forever Bestie. .."
He grasps my hand ... Shaking gently ,he mutters .. " I wish we are forever besties..."
We seem to be lost into the wonders of the magic which we believe that we already had fallen down...
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We reach the airport an hour earlier...
As we have already boarded the luggage we have enough time to talk with...
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Dear Bestie..( Completed)
Conto" Actually , all the strangers we meet in life are not really strangers" - When I came across this quote, I grinned .. When I felt it firsthand , I said -" yea.. It's true. At least to some extent.." "Hai!! I am Suman Tiwari.. A south Indian girl f...
