Gone..

Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems -- but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.

Salman Rushdie

I finished a book a couple of days ago..'An Improper Proposal' it was named..one of those sugary sweet novels about a girl and a thirty-something man and their romantic interludes..with a fair bit of very graphic sex scenes thrown in..I absolutely hated it..but the reason I started to read it--even though I knew the hero and heroine were going to end up together-- was Betu.

Who's that..you ask..? She was my oldest friend..and one of my best..and she loved romance novels..She had an entire stack of Mills and Boon novels and I never really understood her affinity for the trash..Not that trash was all she read..She read books of all kinds..from philosophy to science fiction to murder mysteries..But the real reason I decided to start my first (ever!) blog entry about her is:

I miss her.

She passed away earlier this year..16th January 2009 to be exact..and it was the most shocking news I've heard till date..I had no idea 1 phone call could change me so drastically..but it did..And in those three days..when I clung to the hope that she might come back, I grew up..

She didnt come back..and my last sight of hers was from outside the glass thing they put her in..covered in a white shroud and surrounded by flowers..That's not how I remember her, though..she was always the one I went to whenever I just needed to talk..and talk, we did..we've had some of the weirdest conversations ever..starting from boys (I got over Edward!) to cake (yeah, she taught me how to bake)..

One of my favourite places in the world was her room..where there was always plenty of food, John Mayer, Hector(her Dachshund), all those books and her..There I found security, a knowledge that no matter what I did, she wouldnt judge and a sense of freedom..because between us, there was never any pretence or lies..

We were just..Us.

To this day, I wish there was a way she could come back..but then again, life doesnt always give you what you want, does it..?

P.S: If there's a God..and for your sake I hope there is..please give her all the romance novels she wants..or you'll have me to deal with..