Remembering Shrey

“this is it”,  i say to myself. this is his chandigarh house address. where he used to live. he had not left us here, but he sort of had. he lived in this house for 5 years and those were the most fun and warm days i ever had with him. he was five years older to me but he was my cousin, the one i loved sooooo much. i loved staying up late with him and watching videos or just reading books. he was my friend. he introduced me to lots of good music like alec benjamin and other singers. but that all stopped when he had to shift to bangalore. in the start, we used to call each other a lot, but even that stopped in some time. he came to meet us twice, once with his family, and once alone and the crazy thing is that i had a football tournament coming up but its venue was far away and my parents could not watch me play. but he did , he came to all of my matches and just sat there and watched me, i knew he would get bored but not once did he complain and i really admire him for that. this photo was taken the day i reached the finals. 

We  had celebratory burgers that day, and it was probably the best time I ever had with him. The thing I loved about our time together is that we never fought, hurt, or got angry at each other. I remember he used to feel so bad when I used to get hurt and cry ( I was a bit of a crybaby then) that he used to make me laugh by telling a joke or something and then say “ tu has raha hain ki ro raha hain?’ and that used to make me laugh so bad I used to forget why I got hurt. The only regret I have is that in the last call I made to him, he’d asked me to tell him about my school trip for which I had bin gone for a month, but my mom was calling me for dinner and so I said ‘ agle Wednesday main aa reha hu, tab bata du ga’ and left. It was a very short call and the last word he ever said to me was: bye.

                                                                                                 Karan - Bambi (shrey’s cousin)