Sorry Partner...

Sunday is a relaxation in the Navodayan Schedule. We will be happy to get a holiday and there will be a movie in the evening. Anoop and I had the tea and was about to go to the auditorium for the movie. Bijesh, my cot mate was outside the canteen. Anoop and Bijesh were in the same batch and I was two years junior to them. But we never showed it outside. We were together always and I was like a member of their age. It was the privilege I got just because of my cousin, Shanooj who was in their batch. When Anoop said about going for the movie, Bijesh asked which was the movie. Soon I answered 'Bichoo'. Bijesh struck hard on my shoulder with his hand hearing my words. It was really painful. Without a word he left. First I didn't understand why he hit me. But I remembered soon that it was his nick name, and he didn't like him to be called so. I didn't knew what to do. He was really angry. Anoop told me that he will be alright soon. When I returned back to hostel I tried to smile when I saw Bijesh. But he didn't mind me. I used to proudly speak to my batchmates that we were really good friends and that no one can make a better friendship than ours. I don't know in what situation Bijesh was at that instant. Days passed by. I believed that he will forgive me. But there was no response even at the time of their farewell from school. May be he is the only person in this world whose friendship I lost. I tried to contact him. But I couldn't reach him. Any way Bijesh, I am really sorry for everything. Please forgive me. On that day the movie was really ' Bichoo'.

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