Lost and found!!

18th August, 8.00 am i get a call from my father. He rarely calls at this time, but nothing much was anticipated. The conversation
papa: book your tickets and plan to come home this time (never has been my father so persuasive for me coming home)
me: ok...but hua kya?
papa: neeraj (my mama, my bro my chuddy buddy) and his wife Rishika met with an accident.
me: ok!!..hope they are fine? where are they?
Papa: they are in a hospital at sonepat, and very serious.

Something was amiss, this did not sound so convincing that i could accept it at face value. Tried to get in touch with other relatives, all said the same.
The news that shattered all the myths, 6 people killed in a road accident, names that i could very well relate too.
I had just talked to him about 2 days ago, after about almost a decade of struggle he had his dream come true of becoming a CA. Persistent he was, and his wife was so elated at this. They had been waiting for this moment. We laughed we chatted, we planned what all changes will be there. They decided to go to Shimla to take some time off.
While on their way back, the car hit a tanker and on the spot, all was lost.
I had a lot to say, a lot to celebrate and even more to share. The friendly chat that we always had, his unique style of "beta teri shaadi main GT road block karke road pe phail ke nachunga", "beta tu chinta mat kar tere liye main dhoond ke launga" and numerous such hilarious statements that i just can not forget.

The trips, the rides the life as a bachelor spending a hell lot of time on the terrace discussing, looking back, the most stupid things i can ever imagine now. Planning, to do this do that as if the world was our stage and we were the directors.

You feel as if nothing is going to happen ever, whatever you plan you will be able to achieve it sooner or later, never ever the thought of you being overpowered by anything comes to you. You feel indestructible, and not once you give a thought to that "if". In a flash that all comes to an end. What stays back is a whole lot of memories and stories that people share after you.

I lost a GREAT friend this day, my father took him for his son, a son he relied on more than me. I was always away from home, but he was there to take care of our parents. Suddenly, this void seems so large. More than the death of a friend a brother, what hurts is the death of a son. No matter, whosoever tries, howmuchsoever they try, this is and eternal void.

I pray to my lord, may their souls rest in peace. Although, now we reside in two separate worlds, god punish me if i tend to forget him. Let the thread between us stay on, please let that happen.I need him more than ever now. It is now that I found, that how much he was a part of me.