It is so late in night and I am really missing someone so close. I do not intend to talk about this things. But, your past life is like you own shadow. You can try to run away from your shadow, but you can not do it. You can only do it when you close yourself in dark without any contacts. I tried for that as well in the past but I can not live a life which is so purposeless and lifeless. Yes, I have to admit that half of the life is already gone with someone so near and dear. But, still I have the other half to bear with.
So, why I suddenly start writing about it today because I love as well as hate talking to some old friend because it remind you of the things which are painful. I hate the night which changed the things for forever. I even sometime wonder that how beautiful the life would have become if we could simply delete that day from the history. Life is so painful sometime. I have spent so many nights without sleep over the same thing again and again. It is a well known fact that I am suffering from insomnia because I can not forgot you for a moment when I am awake and not feeling so tired. So, I can not sleep while thinking about you. So, better not to sleep at all and do something (these days the meaning of something is only work and reading books).
I have so many nice childhood memories with you, like playing cricket, watching movies, roaming around in the streets of Kolkata and having the best brother in this world and most importantly having him as my life support for everything. I still remember that you were the first person to know about my crush and we used to make plans for hours to woo her. The plans have not changed, I still got a degree and a job to enjoy with. But, it does not matter. It does not matter when you are not here to support me and to be with me. Bhai, I have not done anything so big but I have did something what we can still talk about and enjoy. I still try to find you sometime and I still talk to you. I miss you bro and will keeping missing you till I am not reaching to you.
With Love,
Ankit