Long long Ago

''You know, with talented people. They draw people to themselves, and without even trying to, they tear them to shreds. The closer you are to them, the more viciously you'll be torn apart. They're living in a completely different world above us. One that we normal people can't reach. In a world that we'll never see. A world above the clouds. That's the kind of world they live in." Such are the words dedicated in the memory of our friendship.
                                                      People have many different ways of thinking. Even if they make mistakes, they realise and fix it. At times, they depend upon people's advice and to make a decision. Cause there's no right answer when it comes o life. But this stupid bastard, 'Shreyash Petkar' was in love with Mathematics. He used to scribble down those formulae and babble nonsense stuff about being always right! If I recall correctly, back in the beginning of October 2009, I saw this little black nigga pouting on how our science teacher used to scold him every now and then. Funny it was 😂. I mean who the fuck would a give a fuck about getting scold each day every evening? Nobody, right? But he did. That kind of stupid yet talented guy he is. I am not gonna write 'talented he was' as he's grown into a fine master of some trades, fella.
                                                                What actually differentiates him and others is the charm he carries. He's weak in love and not strong enough to protect people. But he has a free heart unbounded by shackles of meanness. And that clear vision of him feels like he's way ahead into future. Although there's every chance of him being a dickhead and useless in almost everything. Yet the described manner in which he shoulders responsibility is fucking amazing. This is his only weapon which makes me stick to him or rather he's the one sticking to erode my loneliness. His gaze when people are looking down and when the irrationality he faces, scary, a lot scary it is. The most annoying aspect is the information he absorbs without listening completely. Maybe, luck and him are no match. Perhaps I cannot write more about him. Or I don't wanna write more. The fear of losing or flattering him is too high. 
                                                I do have complete faith in his inspiration and imagination. And in this precious race of life, I don't want 'US' to go extinct. It's been a decade of me alarming you on this day. So survive and let's see each other again and again and again.               
                                       
Wishing  you a very Happy Birthday Gypsy. Hopefully a wonderful year ahead.