curve on face

"This is not a safe place to park, hence you please carry on"
"Are you sure"
"Yaa.. pretty much.."
"Ok, just take good care of your's and make sure you don't deviate from path.. just go for a kill and nothing can stop you, and be in touch"

And we departed..

He went off happily.. and I was also keeping my curve up in my face.. though from my innerside only I know how had feeling it was.. seperating once again..

Someone once told me "Meeting and seperating is the truth of life, seperating and meeting again is the hope of life".. so true in it;s first half.. and second half just remains a hope to be fulfilled..

A fast recap.. this is a conversation we had a old delhi railway station where I went to drop him off because I didn;t want him to get wet by exposing himself to rain outside (said motive), though truth is that I wanted to be with him for some more time..

It's like a drowning man, who tries to catch breath as much as he can, does all the efforts, when he is in mid of ocean and knows well that catching one more breath will not make any difference to his sheer dimming ray of life..

while on my way back.. eagle of my memories took a long stroll back to Oct' 8, 2004, me sitting in office checking my mails, got a mail

"Hi Sir, Got your refrence from one of my friends and just want to check if you have any opening, attached, please find my CV with this mail"

And I don;t know what triggered my mind that I asked someone at office to call up and fix with this guy.

He did came, and we met.. and for nect 8 months we did spoke, rather most of the times, I shouted and he listened to me.. and just murmored "Yes sir, will be done"

It was all because I hired him very first day and sent him on some field project, and use to call him to take reports and for other work

and then he started getting close to me.. handling all my execution work.. proving himself worthy to be dependable..

And then came a time, that he asked me if he can stay with me... and I said, Ok.. I don;t have a problem.. though as a habit.. I prefer to be alone.. in company of myself.. because of my pricky habits of nagging on everything and anything.. and because of my patriotism of time schedule.. and also because their is a hinder side of my so called charming personality.. and I feel really incomfortable in any type of eye-to-eye contact deal, infact people say about me that they feel hard to find whom I am talking to if I am in a group, and that is why I can be found mostly alone..

And it is more because I have certain memories which I don;t share.. and neither it is easy anyone to decipher or decode what I am thinking or feeling.. and it is hard for me to say that...

anyways.. so here came the end to quite long association.. I kept waiting for his call.. all through the night, all through the morning..

Dinner didn;t seemed appropriate... thrown all the CD's which we use to listed together.. even thrown couple of items like ash tray which we use to fight for...

I am shifting my place of residence so far so that I can just forget him, I promise myself that I will change all my damn things which can even remind me of him.. but memories do trail..

I hate when someone comes in your life... I don;t think that I ever took or thought so much even about my younger brother somethimes... he became my younger brother without any actual blood relation..

It might be because I am away from home since he was very small.. and we meet only when I go home... but we both stayed together more like a brother;s and even I use to call him.. "Chote".. which I name only to my younger brother...

I just hope that he continue to ride the wave of success... and secure all what he want..

And for me... I am ok.. and just working hard to keep my curve on face going.. as this damn world needs that only...