The story so far... (1000 Page Views Special) [Part -4]

Fate is not a faithful companion. You cannot always depend upon it. It can pull you up from the deepest abyss in the most unpredictable fashion or push you into one during one of your happiest moment. It is what we call destiny I guess. It was only till the 5th Grade that I began to open myself to others , let myself be known to my fellow schoolmates. I was in true senses sick of the teachers complaining about me -'having a small group of friends and hardly noticeable.' The irony about those complains when I come to think of it now , is they never predicted 6 years hence, they would do the same but say -' never shuts up and makes himself comfortable with anyone.' I realize I am deviating from my contemplation of what the fate had planned for me. I had a best friend in a guy named Dhrupad Roychowdhury. As the name suggests, he was a Bengali. Maybe I still was comfortable around my own kind. None the less, he was my first best friend in Ahmedabad. We knew each other for more than a year. The guy had brains, like most Bengali children, he was brought up with that academic flair which others lacked. We had a lot in common, perhaps a potential to go down in the history books of Harvard Academy as the "Bong duo". My fate had other plans though and after years long of friendship, he departed from me to Delhi. Being a child, it was cruel from me to depart from my first so called best friend. However, time healed those childish wounds in no time. It took me a another year to find another memorable friend, someone who was different. Pravar Saran. The guy had balls. Balls- I admit, bigger than mine. He had his principles and stood by it. He had that uncanny confidence which seemed to unnerve everyone. However, I admired his charisma. We enjoyed many a moments together, Moments which forever lives in my happy memories. Fate, my old foe had returned, ever so determined to bring tragedy upon me, and I lost him to yet another transfer to Delhi again. Its difficult to keep hope when you start losing your friends to fortune. Especially when you trust them so much. The last ounce of hope I had was laying somewhere deep beneath the darkness of helplessness. However, I did find my match once more. Someone who dusted the abandoned hope and embraced it with love. Its strange how much of a difference can a girl make in your life. 8th was the class when I came to know of her, she was the one transferred here, in Ahmedabad. Veda Kokate. Funny name right? Yeah I thought so too when I was back in 8th. I had never talked to girls much not just because I was too shy to do so, but because kids, being themselves, teased those who did. However, my fate was, funnily enough, ready to hand me someone who I'd value for the rest of my life. Clever, Ambitious, in many ways Career-Orriented, a bit cocky (forgive me, I had to keep it original) but a true friend... I had to take a chance to defy my fate. It was now or never. I had to bring an end to the curse that had loomed above me for so long. I knew I had gambled, I was perhaps too destroyed to get back on track to trusting someone. I somehow knew, it was the right decision and so it was. I never regretted a single moment of being her best friend. And she was my most prized possession. Two years passed by in a heartbeat. We knew everything about each other, trusting each other with our deepest secrets and forever having each others back. Fate was laughing then, writing a script of tragic play in which I played the protagonist. It was laughing at my naive attempt to escape my destiny. It happened again, 'One fine day', she was transferred to Pune. She went in the month of June, 2013 and I had a large gaping void to fill in my life. I vowed never to get attached to a person anymore.