(Based on True Story. Mostly matched up using fiction works. Names, Places, etc. are replaced with different names)
A 21st Century boy, named Richard came to a different school, due to his parents forcing him to do. He left his previous school which was almost his home for more than 7 years. He was a silent but short-tempered boy that burst on everyone, that forced him to do something, that was beyond his likes. In his new school, he came as a silent and polite boy. But the next year, he became very indiscipline, slang-using boy and these were what many boys & girls stayed a major distance away him. He always thought to do something good for girls, but never succeeded. His friendship amongst the boys was good, almost. But things that he thought of, never came to him.
He had an aim to be a successful Gaming Engineer, but nobody appreciated him. Classmates made fun, parents said it doesn’t have any scope for future, and teachers were like “What’s that?” He loved Mathematics & Science. After-all, he was the topper of the class. He was of 12 by the time July passed. He opened his eyes on 13th July, 2001. Basically, it’s said that people born in the month of July are strong and powerful. But, he wasn’t. He was just a weak fellow. Many boys of our class feared him, only because Richard was an intelligent guy. He pretended to be weak with those he felt he can’t fight with.
After-all, he was a nice guy, a nice friend. Nobody liked him, but he liked himself very much. But by now…
He’s no more.
I knew he was physically weak, but never imagined that he would have been so weak even mentally.
I’m Sam, his best friend, or maybe we broke up now. We were the best best-friends in the whole world. We did enjoyed every part of our school life. Even if I never knew his personal feelings, I sometimes realized he’s in pain. He acted to laugh, smile, grin & be happy when he was with us, just to show us he’s happy. But he always looked depressed, when he was not with us. I tried to know what made him cry inside his heart, and all the time he said me –
“I like a girl, that doesn’t likes me or thinks like I like her but pretends to think that I don’t like her.”
I never understood what he meant to say, but I was sure, he was lying. He never fell in love with anyone, other than his computer, which was his life. It’s true, he was liked my too many girls, but he didn’t knew who were them, even till he left the world. I remember, when we were in the 7th Standard, he gave me a small piece of paper with a heading, “NOTE” and requested to keep it safe until his death. He told not to read it until he goes away.
He died, I forgot about the paper. But when I went to the funeral, I remembered about it. I immediately ran back home to search for it. It took me complete 3 Days to search my entire house, but still I didn’t found it. The next day when I went school, I waited for the school to end. Then I went to our old Class VII Room, and searched for the paper there. I examined each and every part where Richard was found of hiding things. And finally, after lots of hard-work, I found the exact piece of paper, sticking below the table with lots of gum.
I bent to see it and tried to take it out. But if I had taken it out, it would have been into pieces. Some pieces sticking on the table, and some would have been on my hand. I sat down on the floor, and slowly opened the paper. The paper had a website link written – dostonloveyou.com and in the right bottom corner was written “Richard” with a very disturbing handwriting. I heard him saying words like “doston”, “yaaron”, which were Hindi words meaning “Friends”, “Best-Friends”.
He taught me more Hindi words by typing them on Facebook. And I would just copy & paste them on Translate.Google.com to know what they meant. I went over the website and found lots of photos of ours and our friends. My eyes got wet. I never knew he kept our memories alive for ages. I tried not to cry, but when I saw the video that was the only video in his site. I felt like I never knew Richard, but his soul and feelings. The video said –
“Life is not too long, it’s too short. It’s just a moment. But even in the short life, there are duties that you need to follow until you leave the earth. No one knows if life comes back in some other character, some other avatar, but all should just know, think, believe that life may just be the present, and not the tomorrow. I knew I’m going to leave MY LIFE soon, but still I enjoyed what I had, and what I thought life is, is just foolishness. The reality of Life is that, OUR LIFE IS JUST
A DAY.
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