It's day 70 of me meeting my coolest, moody, and stylish new friend and also the same day when I left my warm, steady old friend. There is so much of my old friend around so little of me that it's getting hard to know my new friend. My favorite side of the bed, the way six-thirty pm chai smells, that fight with my brother for AC/TV remote, unmade bedsheets with wrinkles in my shape of the body, the hills painting they draw on the first day of kindergarten, that movie night, the carvings on the last bench, intense Chinese checker game, the tempting smell of pani puri, that one favorite room in the college, that famously known secret, that one favorite chat wala, that same sooryavansham film in sony tv, my home and its all you, you, youu. Happy farewell Thinking about my old friend might sound like a broken record but you're everywhere, every page of my old book which I never wanted to turn but will turn to the fresh pages of the same old book because there are so many places...
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