Greetings to all those wonderful Hiveans, especially to members of the silver bloggers community. At the end of every day, each of us has a story to remember. Why not we put it in writing in the #memoirmonday hosted by @ericvancewalton so that we get a chance to read them once a while.
Here we go, for the next round of contest. Have you ever lost a friendship that meant a lot to you?
This very question made me lost into thoughts of my one and only best friend Wincy Walton Correya. Though i had too many best friends, she was the one to whom I could confide anything confidently.
I remember her as the bold and beautiful.
Always true to her words. An Anglo Indian by birth, strikingly beautiful with a good personality was a person who never hesitated to help others when in need.
Few of my close friends
Our friendship starts from kindergarten. This was in late 70's. A time, when most ladies were home makers while most men were the bread winner of the family. But my friend's mom was also working and placed in a good position, which meant they were financially sound.
Days rolled by, from months to years. Accordingly our friendship grew. Though we were a big grouo of girls, both of us were very close. I still remember when I ran short of money, when going to the college canteen or an outing with friends, she was the one who paid for me even without knowledge.
After the secondary education she moved on to another school to pursue her senior secondary education while I continued in the same school. Still we were in touch. In the meantime we heard a shocking news, her father passed away. The reason being liver failure. After schooling we decided to get admitted in the same college which was quite faraway from home. Probably a journey for one and half hours.
My one and only friend who visited me when I was home with my 3 month old daughter
Our degree for three years went on smoothly. Afterwhich we did a Post graduate diploma in computer. Further, I had to move on to pursue my studies in library science while she opted for Masters in Commerce. We had a wonderful time sharing and caring for eachother. But her life was not the same as before after the death of her father. One thing I understood from this journey of friendship was the importance of life in the absence of father. Once she said me she lost her father because he was an alcoholic and so, would never marry a person of this same nature.
Unfortunately, I got married after a year of my education and ledt the country while she stayed back taking up a job. But still we were in touch for the next 3 years when I got the letter from her saying she is getting married to a man of her choice. I was one of the happiest person then.
Slowly, our correspondence started deteriorating. I couldn't envisage when our communications has totally stopped. Above all, none of my letters were being replied. I called my parent's to find out if everything was fine with my dear friend. Dad said he had no news about her. Then I started contacting my other friends to find out if she was fine.
I started getting some shocking news. She is fine but she has no permission to keep in touch with her friends. When I went to my state after 20 long years, my only intention was to meet my dear friend. I met my other friends, but they warned me against meeting her saying, "do not be the reason for her suffering".
I wept that day. I went close to the place where she stayed but couldn't meet her, as her safety was my main concern. Let Almighty bless her. Even today I can't imagine how she lived like a queen in yesteryears and how she is living now?
It is painful but one day I am of the hope I will get in touch with her. This is the true story of my friend who meant a lot to me.
The pictures are my own from my personal album. Thankyou for your patient reading and visit. Happy Day Ahead to all of you.!!!
