A year ago, I was there, with her, celebrating, surprising her in the best possible manner, making the most out of the special occasion. Yes, I was there, with her. Life calls for support and we tend to find it in someone not related by blood, for a lifetime. I have one but this is not for her because the person who matters most is not her but the one who continues to be my charming best friend for life.
Coming back to this day, a year ago, I was making cake, planning surprises in a certain way to see her happy and as all the tale goes, I was successful. Life never cease to amaze us and in the long turn of events I find myself a couple of thousand kilometers away from her a year after. I called her up in the morning to wish her just to find that I wasn't wishing but reminding her that this was the date when she was born. She trembled yet happily accepted it and made me realise that my absence has made it an uncanny event with the least significance.
Conscience sparked and I was taken aback by the conversation with just a simple thought that the art of livelihood is a typical mystery and requires a higher level of understanding to make it through till the end with distinction. A few could make it but the lot has a story to tell which is far from rosy.
I am away and that's the reality. When it's time to look for a hand, I still look upto her over my cell. But it is so much more than mental support that she requires, with the most important stick to hold sits so far. If health is an issue, then my absence is the catalyst to worsen it now. It was a mere occasion, her birthday which brought so many thoughts forward. Life has so much to tell and how we continue to find ourselves helpless when the time asks for us to act. The tale ends with,"Life goes on", putting forward a complicated question,"Does it flow that easily like sand, Time?". The crowd continues to ask and I like a poor son fails to stand beside her when she needs me the most........
