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There will only be one 6"4' Chotu





This comes so sudden. Like something comes and hits you. You don't know how to react, maybe one will only realise it years past today. So many memories, beautiful moments, its like a million scenes rushing in every second. The night outs, the last bench, the "muflis casino", anandi, and almost every single moment of being together.

Without him it's like losing a part of you. No game of cards, no night stay, no fun trip, no chicken will be complete. There would be no one craving for that cold drink with his chicken, no one shouting on losing or winning a game. Its impossible to imagine now. Everything will be incomplete, from the team for a pool game to the number of people for a movie. Worst part is that it wont be a perfect end but a hurried get together.

To put in everything that will get affected, it will be our lives. It isn't an exaggeration to say that it would be so different without the carefree yet sensitive tall guy around you. I want to write so much but the mind is so cluttered with all those moments that its hard to put them down.

Sapna Pal throwing us out, Karzzzzzz, Night stay at his place with the war between 2 groups, Phoonk, combined study, conference calls. There so much associated that we would feel something missing for a long time from now. More than anything it's the suddenness of this realisation that is affecting you. It's impossible to understand the gravity of the event. Its impossible to understand the worth of the man. I have never been able to tell you just how good a man you are or how much you matter. I won't be able to do it even now. Just that not many come, like you.

He is someone who binds us together, without him it would be like falling apart. It's also the beginning of losing out on the most of your most precious possession of four years, your friends. Maybe thats why this one is hard. The first one being that of the someone who's the closest is particularly hard to take.

When I began writing this, I had thought this would be some pages long, but all of this is secure in our minds. It's injustice to put it all in here. I will never be able to say all that I want to because they don't have words for it yet.

The raps, the no precaution, your cursing of my hospitality, everything will be dearly missed. I hope you know how much you are cherished. Thanx for everything and have the best of your life ahead. Hope to see you soon and then definitely in Goa on 31st Dec.

"Jhas toh bahut hai, but bus nahi mil rahi" ~ Addy R Singh aka Chotu

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  1. Feels just as good every time you red it like it did the first time....:)

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