So you are going after all, right?
Fine, go away, it is your choice.
I can’t stop you from going… can I?

But let this be known to you miss,
You are going to be missed.
And not just for a while or a little bit,
A Lot… A lot more than you can think.
I’ll miss the carefree laughter, the chunky eyes,
The incredible innumerous expressions on your face,
And that you actually believed this laughable BS,
When someone told you, you aren’t fair!

I will keep looking back from my seat,
And I won’t find you there.
I will keep anticipating a giggle, or a pat,
But it will never come again, I fear.
No one is going to ping me now,
when I would be dead busy,
Asking… Ravoo what are you doing?
Come here, I am bored cutie,
Tell me a joke, entertain me please…

You know I hated you initially,
I hated you with all my guts,
You were too loud for my taste,
And at that time I just needed silence.
And then you were gone,
I heard you were not well,
And then you came back, strong,
The ice between us still didn’t melt.

Then one fine morning of 2012 December,
After 8 months of we meeting first,
You and I were stuck in the morning shift,
I was happy sitting alone,
you wanted someone to gossip.
So you initiated the talks,
I followed suit,
And then you kept talking,
I remained on mute.

And then we talked every now and then,
I realized you ain’t too bad to be a friend,
You would always have stories to tell,
Some were painful, some hilarious,
But I always learned a little about ya,
That behind all the glare and chutzpah,
That behind all the mischief and flutter,
Is a little girl seeking love and comfort.

You taught me how to handle the pain,
And how to seem normal when nothing’s going your way,
How to keep faith when the chips are down,
And how to laugh forgetting everything.
How do be cool just being yourself,
And how to eat an elephant while dieting.
How to be a little mad and not care,
And how to sell a phone in a selfie.

Some days you would be loud and evil,
Some days you would be sober and angelic,
You would always keep me guessing,
If I should stay away today, or should I be talking.
I would fear to text you, I would never ever be sure,
If you’re still driving one handed or if you had safely reached home.

Well you are gone, it’s a loss for me,
But I hope your are still in profit.
I hope, I wish, I pray to Almighty,
That your Furooh to-be gives you so much love,
That together we could ill-afford to give.

Oh and don’t worry about me,
I am not going anywhere.
Granted I won’t be nearby now ,
Ravoo would still hang around somewhere. :)

~RavS

## One more friend goes away. Screw this life. ##