I waited for a happy ending

I got my new story, about a month before today, but I did not find it right to write at that moment.

I met a boy who used to be one of my best friends. We were schoolmates since we were in fourth standard. I was new to that school and he was the same there, after transfer from somewhere to that school. We used to be backbenchers. But we studied hard and passed with 90 marks.

We were promoted to next standard, and I got a new section, but he remained in the same. Till then we were connected, through some kinda thread, as we were living in same colony. It slowly got a sign of old-age. Our conversation gaps increased and increased, we even fought with each other. But we never spent more than 2-3 days without talking to each other, either of us settled that.

Time passed as it was in a hurry to catch his school bus. In eighth standard, we were chosen for same section. But now everything was changed, he had his own group, and I had my own. We still talked, but sometimes.

I got some of my friends so close that I never found time for anyone else. Even if I talked to someone else, they would have asked me if he was more important than them. Thus, we got lesser and lesser conversations.

Time never slowed down, it was as it was before. We again got separated, as we chose different language, and two years later we had a small debate. And as a debate starts people just jump into it and create a team. It so happened, he was happy that he had supporters. He just started trying to get victory by power of his voice. He started shouting, I tried to cool him down. I failed and that debate turned to fight.

I was getting angry and was not ready to fight. As I never thought to beat him. My friends cooled me down and with their help I kept myself busy. We stopped talks for a week.
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After some weeks, or a month.
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One day he, with one of our mutual friend arrived at my home. I was surprised a little.

He asked me “Why are you staring at me”.
“I didn’t expected you” I said.

We had a settlement, but as I said things have changed now. That was a time when we couldn’t live without talking to each other, but now we had our egos, I can’t live with a person who hurts my ego. I don’t know what has happened to me.

A month before, I saw him again when I was in market. I was moving toward a shop. I saw him but it was dark, so I was not sure that it was him. I wanted to make sure if it was him or someone else. I did so, as he came nearer his face got clear. I found that it was him but I kept moving as I didn’t saw him. I knew that he saw me and saw that I saw him. We both moved on.

“I think he was not happy to see him ignored.
I think he moved on with a sad mood.
I think he was sad to see that how his best friend changed, how ego came between us. Oh! I still don’t know what is happening to me. Why I’m thinking about him. If he feels bad, he should start a talk. Why should I?
No, it was my fault, I ignored him. I should have started to talk or atleast I should have given him a smile.

Alright, I always see him in market. Tomorrow I’ll surely make a conversation or atleast give him a smile.”

I looked for him but didn’t found him anywhere. I know his address, but I’ll not go there. It would not be right.

One more day passed. Whenever I go to the market I remember not to forget to talk to him. I didn’t find him for days. And thus I forgot that I had to talk to him.

Suddenly, today I saw him and in a reflex action smiled. He smiled too. I am feeling lighter now.

I'm not sure if everything will be fine or not but I'm sure that I did the right thing.

My story got a happy ending. I am going to write it down and upload it at my blog site.