Goodbye my friend...

I lay on my bed typing while you pack your bags in the next room and I’m still not able to believe that you’ll be gone. Three years… seems like an awfully long time.
Remember the morning we landed here? Our first coffee in Barista, Our first walk in Banjara hills, Himalayas, Central, Odyssey, Prasads, PVR… I never dreaded that there’ll be a full stop to that life, just seemed to last forever.

Tears well up as I try to think about the times we had together, Is it because you won’t be there? Because there’ll be none to listen to all the crap I say without judging me, there’ll be none to drag me to barista and pep me up after I flunk yet another stupid exam, there’ll be none to stay quiet when I’m in a sour mood, there’ll be none who can be as thoughtful as you..

We’ve seen so many leave hyd, carrying along some share of the fun we had,
To think that, in a few days you will too,
I’ll miss you subbu, very terribly…