I am extremely and honestly sorry that I could not talk to you today. I have already given you a bunch of excuses. I know you don’t need them.
I miss you, and I miss you in everything I do. For example, I miss you while doing my work on Wikipedia and Wikisource. I missed you while I was reading Freedom at Midnight. I missed you while I was humming “O basanti pawan pagal” yesterday or “jaag dil e diwana” today. I miss you in whatever creative I do. I need to share all those things with you, for you are the one who can understand how important those things are for me. I know perhaps you know nothing of “O basanti pawan pagal” or “jaag dil e diwana”, but your appreciation for whatever I do and the understanding you have of those bizarre things is the one thing I can find nowhere else, and I miss you.
You tweeted “dil dhundhata hai phir wahi fursat ke raat din…”! I wish I could tell you how much I have the same feeling. I had gotten just a year and a half with you. Now, I feel bad that I wasted a lot of it on things that were not that important. I was blessed with the company of a philosopher, and I spent most of it running behind other stuff. But I am still happy, I found you. What I am now would hardly be possible without that one and a half year, or perhaps it would just have been incomplete without someone to understand it!
Hmmm, I know I am embarrassing you. You are too shy in receiving praise, and I’m too stingy in bestowing it! But let me tell you, I would have only a little hesitation in saying this “You are the most important person in my life! I feel blessed to have you as my friend.”
P.S. Let’s not talk about this letter on call or in person. I am too shy too!
Note to Readers:
Master, as I call him, is the dearest friend of mine. We had been together for about one and a half years at Chokhamela Boys’ Hostel, Nagpur. He now lives at Velas, a little village in Konkan. He does not have mobile network in his village and has to go out about 1-1/2 km, on the seashore, to get in network to talk to me. He called me this evening. I was busy, I texted him “wait”, and forgot about it. He called about an hour later, I was on bike. I again asked him to wait. Eventually when I talked to him, my phone battery signaled it’s dying. I asked him if he can wait some more time that I would go home and charge the phone; it was already getting dark, he was far away from his village, and there was a risk of being hit by a wild boar. He had to go; my battery died too. He said he would go on a morning walk tomorrow at 5 a.m. and we will have a talk.